John’s eyes crinkled in the corners as a smile tugged at his lips, watching as you untied the scarf around his neck, gloved fingers giving your hips a little squeeze.

The two of you had just come back to the accommodation you two rented after a stroll, visiting your home country during John’s leave. What he hadn’t expected — after living in England all his life, was a winter, fuckin’ wonderland.

“Think we can make a cup o’ cocoa?” He hummed, dipping his head to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, his beard brushing against your skin. “I believe I bought some earlier..”