Snippet. More domesticity between Henry Coffey and Theophilus Essex.
250w. Just sweetness, rated T.
Snow was falling heavily outside, and it rested in a thick shelf on the window’s ledge, coming down in thick, white flakes and slowly sinking toward the ground: inside, two vampires were still abed.
Theophilus knew that it was no doubt freezing cold outside, and he softly groaned as he turned over, climbing on top of Henry and dropping his face to the flat of the other man’s chest, pulling the blankets over his head.