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Christmas Fic 2014: Home and Safe
Dec. 25th, 2014 07:28 amTitle: Home and Safe
For: My Stiles
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There was nothing but snow and trees for miles. It’s bitterly cold, the temperature hovering at something around ten degrees and when the winds kicked up it was closer to five below. James took a deep breath and it made his lungs feel like they were freezing but it was perfect.
Beacon Hills didn’t have winters like this. Californian’s complained if it got into the fifties and bundled up like they were going to freeze to death. James loved the snow, loved the cold and the chill that tried to sink into his bones. His toes were a little numb and his fingers were stiff but he stood in calf deep snow with a grin on his face.
“Oh my fucking God, are you fucking kidding me?!?” Stiles yelled from inside the house.
James listened with a smile as his mate scrambled around inside, yanked the front door open and stumbled about two inches outside before he squawked and skidded to a stop.
“James! We’re snowed in! What the fuck, you said it would be a little storm!”
He turned his head and grinned at Stiles, who was still in his PJs and hiding behind the door like it would keep the cold out. “This is a little storm. We only got six inches. That’s pretty good.”
“Only six inches?! We’re stranded. What happens if the power goes out? We’ll freeze to death.”
“We’ve got a generator. I’m sure Ben made sure it worked before he let us stay up here.” He scratched his chin and figured he would shave. A beard would help keep the wind from freezing his face. “We’re fine. The pack’s got snow mobiles. I can hear them coming from the main house.”
“This is insane. Stupid winter. And you’re not even freezing, right? Gah, werewolf metabolism.”
James laughed and climbed the steps up to the front door. He leaned in and kissed Stiles softly. “You should get dressed. You’re going to freeze on the ride over if you don’t.”
“I hate you and your stupid state so much,” Stiles muttered as he kissed him back. “Even your lips are cold.”
“Don’t forget the long underwear. There’s going to be a snowball fight later.”
It would be a massive one thanks to all the snow. James stepped inside after Stiles went muttering towards the bedroom, still cursing the weather. His poor mate was not built for cold Minnesota weather, clearly, and didn’t seem to be adapting well.
They had come north for Christmas with James’ first pack. He hadn’t been home in so long that even he felt the cold when they stepped out of the airport. It only took a few hours for his werewolf metabolism to compensate for the colder temperatures and keep him warm. Stiles was wearing long underwear and more layers than normal. He looked like a very pale sausage all wrapped up and it was adorable.
Even if Stiles was miserable about the weather he knew his mate was happy. He could feel it radiate from him because he could see James was happy. He was, he really was, because while Beacon Hills was home and his territory it wasn’t this, it wasn’t Ben and his first pack all welcoming him back like he had never left them.
It was Christmas morning, snow had fallen overnight and he could hear them coming to take them to the main house where there would be cinnamon rolls and presents and carols and the overwhelming sense of contentment and happiness sent James into the bedroom were Stiles was buttoning up a flannel, still muttering.
He look up as James approached, one eyebrow raised. “What?”
James cupped his face in his hands and pulled him into a kiss, long, slow and deep, pouring his happiness into it. “I wouldn’t be here without you,” he said, trying to put words to how he felt.
“Oh come on, you would.”
James shook his head and nuzzled along Stiles’ cheek. “I wouldn’t. Without you I wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight my parents. I would’ve kept running and never gotten to come back. I never would have had another Christmas with my pack and never, ever had a Christmas with you.”
“I didn’t know the holidays made you so sappy,” Stiles teased but he was smiling at James, his expression bright as the snow outside. “I love you too, mate of mine.”
He grinned, wrapped his arms tight around Stiles and lifted him off his feet. Stiles’ flailed for a second before he braced his hands on James’ shoulders. “What are you doing? I didn’t think we had time for you to throw me down on the bed and ravish me.”
“We don’t.” James hefted him higher and carried him towards the front door.
The second Stiles figured out what he was doing he started to struggle. “No, no, no, I’ve only got two layers on. James Daniel Campbell you put me down right now or you are so sleeping on the couch!”
Without a second hesitation or ounce of remorse James hurled Stiles into a snowdrift and then leapt after him with a laugh while Stiles struggled and tossed snow around.
“I’m going to kill you!” Stiles pounced on top of him, his hands full of snow, shoving it everywhere he could get it. “You’re so dead!”
James laughed, and laughed, and laughed filling the forest with the sound.
For: My Stiles
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There was nothing but snow and trees for miles. It’s bitterly cold, the temperature hovering at something around ten degrees and when the winds kicked up it was closer to five below. James took a deep breath and it made his lungs feel like they were freezing but it was perfect.
Beacon Hills didn’t have winters like this. Californian’s complained if it got into the fifties and bundled up like they were going to freeze to death. James loved the snow, loved the cold and the chill that tried to sink into his bones. His toes were a little numb and his fingers were stiff but he stood in calf deep snow with a grin on his face.
“Oh my fucking God, are you fucking kidding me?!?” Stiles yelled from inside the house.
James listened with a smile as his mate scrambled around inside, yanked the front door open and stumbled about two inches outside before he squawked and skidded to a stop.
“James! We’re snowed in! What the fuck, you said it would be a little storm!”
He turned his head and grinned at Stiles, who was still in his PJs and hiding behind the door like it would keep the cold out. “This is a little storm. We only got six inches. That’s pretty good.”
“Only six inches?! We’re stranded. What happens if the power goes out? We’ll freeze to death.”
“We’ve got a generator. I’m sure Ben made sure it worked before he let us stay up here.” He scratched his chin and figured he would shave. A beard would help keep the wind from freezing his face. “We’re fine. The pack’s got snow mobiles. I can hear them coming from the main house.”
“This is insane. Stupid winter. And you’re not even freezing, right? Gah, werewolf metabolism.”
James laughed and climbed the steps up to the front door. He leaned in and kissed Stiles softly. “You should get dressed. You’re going to freeze on the ride over if you don’t.”
“I hate you and your stupid state so much,” Stiles muttered as he kissed him back. “Even your lips are cold.”
“Don’t forget the long underwear. There’s going to be a snowball fight later.”
It would be a massive one thanks to all the snow. James stepped inside after Stiles went muttering towards the bedroom, still cursing the weather. His poor mate was not built for cold Minnesota weather, clearly, and didn’t seem to be adapting well.
They had come north for Christmas with James’ first pack. He hadn’t been home in so long that even he felt the cold when they stepped out of the airport. It only took a few hours for his werewolf metabolism to compensate for the colder temperatures and keep him warm. Stiles was wearing long underwear and more layers than normal. He looked like a very pale sausage all wrapped up and it was adorable.
Even if Stiles was miserable about the weather he knew his mate was happy. He could feel it radiate from him because he could see James was happy. He was, he really was, because while Beacon Hills was home and his territory it wasn’t this, it wasn’t Ben and his first pack all welcoming him back like he had never left them.
It was Christmas morning, snow had fallen overnight and he could hear them coming to take them to the main house where there would be cinnamon rolls and presents and carols and the overwhelming sense of contentment and happiness sent James into the bedroom were Stiles was buttoning up a flannel, still muttering.
He look up as James approached, one eyebrow raised. “What?”
James cupped his face in his hands and pulled him into a kiss, long, slow and deep, pouring his happiness into it. “I wouldn’t be here without you,” he said, trying to put words to how he felt.
“Oh come on, you would.”
James shook his head and nuzzled along Stiles’ cheek. “I wouldn’t. Without you I wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight my parents. I would’ve kept running and never gotten to come back. I never would have had another Christmas with my pack and never, ever had a Christmas with you.”
“I didn’t know the holidays made you so sappy,” Stiles teased but he was smiling at James, his expression bright as the snow outside. “I love you too, mate of mine.”
He grinned, wrapped his arms tight around Stiles and lifted him off his feet. Stiles’ flailed for a second before he braced his hands on James’ shoulders. “What are you doing? I didn’t think we had time for you to throw me down on the bed and ravish me.”
“We don’t.” James hefted him higher and carried him towards the front door.
The second Stiles figured out what he was doing he started to struggle. “No, no, no, I’ve only got two layers on. James Daniel Campbell you put me down right now or you are so sleeping on the couch!”
Without a second hesitation or ounce of remorse James hurled Stiles into a snowdrift and then leapt after him with a laugh while Stiles struggled and tossed snow around.
“I’m going to kill you!” Stiles pounced on top of him, his hands full of snow, shoving it everywhere he could get it. “You’re so dead!”
James laughed, and laughed, and laughed filling the forest with the sound.
