The people aren't mine, but the cuteness is.

The snow fell in pristine white sheets, settling in a thick blanket on the ground, covering the layers of dead leaves and dirt that had previously been there. The world was dead with winter, but seemed more alive than ever; many winter birds having the nerve to chirp merrily as if they had forgotten it wasn't summer anymore and, in fact, was near the end of the year. Will was sitting next to Nico on a dark brown leather couch, his arm around the younger teen, the head of whom was tucked in the crook of Will's shoulder, his eyes closed. Will twisted his fingers through Nico's soft black hair. A lively fire roared in the stone fireplace, casting pleasant heat and a ruddy glow throughout the small cabin.

"Will?" Nico said sleepily, opening his dark eyes.

"Yeah?" Will spoke in only a whisper, his breath brushing Nico's ear softly. They were sitting so close; no louder volume was needed.

"Why are we here?" It was a strange question. There didn't have to be a reason to be in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, alone, on Christmas Eve.

"I thought it would be nice to spend Christmas alone together without anyone to bother us."

"Yeah…" Nico said quietly, "It's just…"

"What is it?" Will hoped he hadn't done anything to upset Nico.

"I've never really celebrated Christmas before."

"Well we can change that. Bundle up: we're going outside."

"But it's cold!" Nico protested as Will dragged him towards the bed room to get dressed.

Five minutes later, Nico was standing on the porch of the cabin, staring out at the untouched wonderland before him. "Please Will; can't we just go back inside?" Nico wined.

"Come on, Angel. It'll be fun!" Will pushed Nico forward, and he fell off the porch and into the snow. Will laughed and jumped after him, helping the son of Hades to his feet. They made snow angels (much to Nico's amusement as his last name meant "the angel"), and tried to build a snowman, which ended up as a mess on the ground.

They stopped when Nico saw a small family of deer out a little ways into the forest. He was standing still, his back to Will, and he didn't seem to notice Will bending over and forming a ball of snow in his gloved hands. He didn't notice until the snowball hit him in the back.

Nico turned slowly, and Will thought he was done for, but then a smile slit his pale face and he laughed. It was the first time Will had ever heard Nico laugh and he wouldn't mind if he had to listen to it for the rest of his life. His skin seemed to melt into the snow, as they were almost the same color, and his hair dark eyes were contrasted sharply with his surroundings. Nico made a snowball of his own and threw it at the older teen, successfully hitting Will's shoulder, then ducked behind a large rock.

Will stealthily climbed the rock and peered over at Nico, who was looking on either side of the boulder, waiting for Will's attack. Will didn't let him wait, imminently leaping off the rock and tackling Nico. They rolled a couple feet before coming to a stop lying in the tousled snow, their noses and foreheads touching, panting as they stared into each other's eyes.

"We should do this more often," Nico whispered. In response, Will closed the space between their faces in a deep kiss that lasted for a good five minutes until the cold snow forced them to go back inside.

The couple was lying on the carpet next to the dying fire, the coals glowing softly but firmly with beautiful deep reds and oranges. Nico was resting his head on Will's chest, the arms of who was wrapped around the younger teen's body.

"I love you, Angel," Will whispered. If Nico had heard him, Will would never be able to tell, for he was already asleep.

Thanks for reading peoples! I had a lot of fun writing this, and there will be at least one more chapter. Solangelo is life!