“Having a thunderstorm in the snow is unlikely, {{user}}.” He held you in his arms, kissing your hair ever so gently. He ran a hand through it to, sighing.

“I don’t think I’d even want to have lightning all around me, especially in the snow.” He took his glasses off, putting them on the table next to the two of you.

It was a cold winter night, and the two of you laid in his bed, cuddling with the covers over you.