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mercy_angel_09Flurry, a Mercy Thompson Fanfic
Rating: K
Author's Note: Oh hey, guess what. The Tri-Cities is totally covered in snow. (Go ahead and archive dive in my LJ, I have video to prove it.) And thus this.
Normally, waking a werewolf out of a dead sleep is a very bad idea. They're cranky and stronger than most people and are just likely to rip your head off for disturbing them than to listen to what you say.
Which is why I used the poker from the fireplace to very gently prod at Adam. He grunted, snorted, and then finally batted at the poker, which was ripped from my hands and went flying across the room, thankfully not hitting anything in the process.
Barely awake, Adam's eyes adjusted and then he glared at me. "Mercy, it's midnight. Shouldn't we all be sleeping?"
"Well, yes," I admitted. It was a Sunday night, we should have all been fast asleep but I couldn't help it. I was excited. "But it's snowing, Adam. Really snowing." My mate merely cocked an eyebrow. I let out a suffering sigh. "C'mon Adam, how often does it snow here?"
He yawned before answering. "Not often."
"Exactly. I'm gonna wake Jessie up and then we're going to go down and play in the snow. I'm inviting you to join us," I said as I walked out the room. I was dressed in wool socks, jeans, a thermal shirt, a long sleeved tee-shirt and a sweatshirt. It was cold out there and even with a winter coat I wasn't taking any chances.
After rousing Jessie, I went down to tug on my boots and my parka and was joined by a now wide awake and grinning teenager. I suspected that it had more to do with the fact that she was going to have a two hour delay for school than the actual snow itself. Before too much longer Adam stalked downstairs, grousing about how he should have been sleeping, but dressed to join us anyway.
For a moment the three of us stood on the front porch, watching the fat flakes falling from the night sky. The front flood lights had been turned on, illuminating the yard, glistening and shimmering like a blanket of diamonds. Or something equally cheesy. But whatever, it was beautiful and it wasn't very often that we got snow like this in the Tri-Cities.
Especially before Thanksgiving, which was on Thursday. True, we've gotten snow before Halloween before, but it almost always melts the next day when the Chinook winds blow through. According to the forecast, this stuff was going to be hanging around for a while.
I decided that I was tired of just watching it snow, so I dashed into yard, gathered up some snow (which was perfect for packing) and threw it at Adam's face.
After that it was one. Jessie and I teamed up against Adam, dashing behind cars, tress, bushes and anything else that could provide cover. Adam was deadly accurate with a snowball, and of course his strength that he could use to lob the damn things was something that I had forgotten from my childhood in Montana.
Went spent almost an hour lobbing snowballs at each other before we were tired and too cold to continue to the fight, so we called it a draw and headed back inside. Once we stripped our soaked and snow covered clothing, we trooped into the kitchen to make cocoa. It was now almost one in the morning, but it was worth it. Little moments like these that made it feel like we were a real family.
Once Adam decided that we were sufficently warmed up he ordered us all back to bed. Jessie, thoroughly worn out, complied without protest. I walked upstairs a few feet behind Adam, stifling my yawns with my elbow. When we finally crawled into bed, I let out a sleep laugh. "It was totally worth it you know," I told him.
"Yeah, it was," he agreed as pulled me against him. Have I mentioned that werewolves are like personal space heaters? That can be in the bed with you and not catch the bed on fire? Sharing a bed with Adam has several perks, first and foremost being that he's a great bed warmer. But I'm getting off track.
"We should do it again," I yawned.
"Maybe."
"You totally had fun and you know it."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I did. Thanks for waking me."
"I figured this was worth your wrath," I said sleepily.
He leaned over and kissed my temple. "Good night, Mercy."
"Good night," I mumbled before drifting off to sleep and dreaming of snow flurries and snowball fights.
Rating: K
Author's Note: Oh hey, guess what. The Tri-Cities is totally covered in snow. (Go ahead and archive dive in my LJ, I have video to prove it.) And thus this.
Normally, waking a werewolf out of a dead sleep is a very bad idea. They're cranky and stronger than most people and are just likely to rip your head off for disturbing them than to listen to what you say.
Which is why I used the poker from the fireplace to very gently prod at Adam. He grunted, snorted, and then finally batted at the poker, which was ripped from my hands and went flying across the room, thankfully not hitting anything in the process.
Barely awake, Adam's eyes adjusted and then he glared at me. "Mercy, it's midnight. Shouldn't we all be sleeping?"
"Well, yes," I admitted. It was a Sunday night, we should have all been fast asleep but I couldn't help it. I was excited. "But it's snowing, Adam. Really snowing." My mate merely cocked an eyebrow. I let out a suffering sigh. "C'mon Adam, how often does it snow here?"
He yawned before answering. "Not often."
"Exactly. I'm gonna wake Jessie up and then we're going to go down and play in the snow. I'm inviting you to join us," I said as I walked out the room. I was dressed in wool socks, jeans, a thermal shirt, a long sleeved tee-shirt and a sweatshirt. It was cold out there and even with a winter coat I wasn't taking any chances.
After rousing Jessie, I went down to tug on my boots and my parka and was joined by a now wide awake and grinning teenager. I suspected that it had more to do with the fact that she was going to have a two hour delay for school than the actual snow itself. Before too much longer Adam stalked downstairs, grousing about how he should have been sleeping, but dressed to join us anyway.
For a moment the three of us stood on the front porch, watching the fat flakes falling from the night sky. The front flood lights had been turned on, illuminating the yard, glistening and shimmering like a blanket of diamonds. Or something equally cheesy. But whatever, it was beautiful and it wasn't very often that we got snow like this in the Tri-Cities.
Especially before Thanksgiving, which was on Thursday. True, we've gotten snow before Halloween before, but it almost always melts the next day when the Chinook winds blow through. According to the forecast, this stuff was going to be hanging around for a while.
I decided that I was tired of just watching it snow, so I dashed into yard, gathered up some snow (which was perfect for packing) and threw it at Adam's face.
After that it was one. Jessie and I teamed up against Adam, dashing behind cars, tress, bushes and anything else that could provide cover. Adam was deadly accurate with a snowball, and of course his strength that he could use to lob the damn things was something that I had forgotten from my childhood in Montana.
Went spent almost an hour lobbing snowballs at each other before we were tired and too cold to continue to the fight, so we called it a draw and headed back inside. Once we stripped our soaked and snow covered clothing, we trooped into the kitchen to make cocoa. It was now almost one in the morning, but it was worth it. Little moments like these that made it feel like we were a real family.
Once Adam decided that we were sufficently warmed up he ordered us all back to bed. Jessie, thoroughly worn out, complied without protest. I walked upstairs a few feet behind Adam, stifling my yawns with my elbow. When we finally crawled into bed, I let out a sleep laugh. "It was totally worth it you know," I told him.
"Yeah, it was," he agreed as pulled me against him. Have I mentioned that werewolves are like personal space heaters? That can be in the bed with you and not catch the bed on fire? Sharing a bed with Adam has several perks, first and foremost being that he's a great bed warmer. But I'm getting off track.
"We should do it again," I yawned.
"Maybe."
"You totally had fun and you know it."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I did. Thanks for waking me."
"I figured this was worth your wrath," I said sleepily.
He leaned over and kissed my temple. "Good night, Mercy."
"Good night," I mumbled before drifting off to sleep and dreaming of snow flurries and snowball fights.
