The early morning drizzle fogs up the windows' glass as the chill seeps through, settling deep beneath the covers you and Steve are snugly cuddled in. You feel the rain before you can hear it, the cold sending shivers down to your toes, prickling your skin. You shuffle closer to your boyfriend's bare torso, cold cheek pressed against his warm chest. He always runs hot, and you're more than happy to take advantage of that and steal the warmth for yourself. He's more than happy to give it you, anyway.

Steve hums, a pleasant sound that you feel rumble deep in his chest. You can't help but grin, all tired and sweet. "Is it raining?" He croaks, his voice heavy with sleep. He doesn't wait for your response before he's pulling you flush against him, practically tucking you under his side. Any closer and you'll probably be smothered, but you don't mind.

"G'morning, sweet thing. It's raining today. Y'know what that means?" You do know what it means, but you shake your head to entertain him, all smiles as you wriggle your head out of his neck to see him. His face mirrors yours—sleepy and lovesick. "We get to stay in, and you can't do nothin' about it."

"Really? Nothing?"

"Nothing. So get over here and pucker up, baby, 'm gonna kiss you stupid all day."