Set at Christmas when Ian and Amy are 21 (and have already been dating for a couple of years). It's about five moments that they have together, and each time corresponds to the one before. Fluffy romance, with suggested sex. Rated T.

5 Times

One.

The first time was on Christmas Eve, when a sleek black limo pulled into the long driveway, recently plowed of snow. Amy stood on the front porch, shivering as the cold snow bit her bare skin. She wore only a pair of sweats and a long-sleeved shirt, with a scarf hastily wrapped around her neck. But she hardly noticed the sting of mid-winter as she eagerly waited for the limo's doors to open, and when they did, it was all she could do to stop herself from racing forward.

The first to emerge from the cars depths was Natalie, clad in cold-proof Prada and carelessly swinging a Louis Vuitton handbag. When she saw Amy, she raised a gloved hand in greeting and smiled through the hard-falling snow. Amy returned the gesture, but her attention quickly turned to tall figure that stepped out of the car after Natalie. Ian stood in all his glory on the ice-slicked drive, grinning profusely. He cupped his hands in front of his mouth.

"Merry Christmas!" He called over the sound of the harsh wind.

Amy rushed forwards and Ian did the same, and they met in the middle, their bodies slamming into one another. Their arms locked around each other and they were soon pressed together, panting heavily.

"Hi," Amy breathed.

"Hello, love," Ian said smugly, pushing Amy's red hair off her face.

Then their lips simultaneously smashed together, and in the midst of a freezing snowstorm, they kissed for the first time in weeks. Their mouths melded together perfectly, and Amy felt her cheeks grow warm. Only Ian could reduce her to the blushing, stuttering idiot she had once been, and if she were being perfectly honest, she wouldn't say that was a bad thing.

"You'll catch a cold," Natalie called, and you could hear the smirk in her voice.

Ian pulled back and lightly touched Amy's cheek. "I need to get my bags," he said, and Amy nodded, reluctantly stepping away.

"I'll get Dan to help," she told him, but he shook his head.

"We'll be fine."

Amy smiled. "Okay. Don't make me wait too long, though."

He flashed her a cocky grin. "Wouldn't dream of it."