the gentle shimmers of snowflakes outside gleamed off of the array of coloured lights that decorated your cozy home, fire crackling and adding a warm ambience to it all.

your head against her chest, craning your neck against the gentle thrum of her heartbeat up to see her expression, you could just about make out abby’s eyes focused on the tv in front of her, a slight furrow in her brow as she focused on the film, mug of cocoa balanced on her lap.

truly, you’d never felt more safe than you did now, in your matching christmas pyjamas — with the constant heat of her muscular body seeping into your cooler skin.

“you tired?” she hummed, tilting her head to look down at you as your eyelids drooped.