The City of Snowflakes

Rated: M (Adult Situations)

AN: Honestly, I have no idea where this came from. It spawned inside of my head until I put something down. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.

Snow touches her bare feet. She doesn't mind. The cool air brushes the back of her naked shoulders. That doesn't feel so bad. She allows her arms to wrap in front of her breasts, her lungs filling with cold winter as her slightly blue lips chatter.

But it's fine.

Soon she spies the prince, his face pulled into a mask of indifference – until he spies her, shivering and nearly frozen.

"What are you doing?" He whispers into her ear once he's near her and she can feel his heat. It touches her skin like fire and she nearly moans out in relief. Hands glide down her body, trying to heat pale skin. "I told you I would be inside in a moment."

She gives him a smile. "I couldn't wait."

The smile is infectious as one graces his own face. Bringing his lips down on to her mouth, he allows a blazing inferno set between thighs and tightened in her belly. She tugs him into a bear hug as her fingers tangle in his snow spiky sprinkled hair.

"You are incorrigible, you know that snowflake?" He breathes into her, inflating her lungs with his life, making this snow fairy come alive.

"I want you." Lips press against her neck and she looks up into the dark night sky as it drops an inches of white powder onto the city ground and her fine silk strands. It melts and so does she.

A hand touches just between where warmth is growing for him. She looks to him and their eyes lock. A snowflake melts, even in the coldest of blizzards when it falls into the warm hands of a lover.

"I love you," The words touch his lips and she is moaning, fingers digging into skin.

Even snowflakes melt in winter.