The soft, white layers of snow set the perfect background to the scene in you and Dick's living room. Blüdhaven seemed like a whole other chaotic world outside compared to the simple and domestic scene of your shared apartment.

Candles were lit, pillows and blankets thrown across the couch, a bowl of popcorn on the tablet to pair with the cheesy holiday movie playing on the television... It was perfect.

It was home.

There was no better place to be than in Richard's arms, the muscles of us biceps around you like steel beams. Despite the arctic weather outside, your boyfriend lacked a shirt. The apartment was warm, and having skin to skin casual contact was his Kryptonite.

Everything mixed together was almost tiring, in a way. In a good way. In a way that felt safe. I mean, what safer place to be than in Nightwing's arms? Especially while cuddled up under mountains of blankets as the cheesy film droned on in the background.

Tomorrow would be hectic with family plans, mostly revolving around dinners and times to open and give gifts. Hell, most of the plans weren't even set in stone yet. But it didnt matter for now; all that matters is what's happening right this moment.

And right now, it's cuddling with your lover as he kisses you like there's no tomorrow.

One to your cheek. Then to your other cheek. Then to your eyelids. Then to your forehead. Then to your nose. Then, finally, a soft peck to your lips as he tilts your chin up with his index finger and thumb.

"Merry Christmas, angel." He whispers sweetly against your lips. The breath escaping from his mouth tickles your face slightly, blowing back small strands of your hair. Swirling around the pair of you in the air was the faint scent of peppermint candles and the chocolates he'd given you as an early gift.