Prompt: I would like to see our DD boys and girls along with their big cats having some fun and frolics in the snow after we only got a small taste of this in Calvin and Hobbs book…and any other THIRDS colleagues would be welcome to join in the playful games.
“Dex, get up.”
“Mff. Grumbly sexy voice. Too early. Coffee.”
“Sloane.” Dex burrowed deeper under the duvet. It was so warm, and cozy. He let out a sigh. So nice.
“Don’t make me make you get up.”
Broody bear saying something. Mmm, sleep.
The duvet vanished, and a blast of frigid air hit him with such force, he yelped, and fell off the bed. He curled up on himself, shivering. Holy crap it was even colder on the floor! Sloane leaned over him, his smile wide, and his stupidly handsome face looking all sweet and sexy.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
Dex pouted. “Why? Why would you do me like that, boo?”
Sloane laughed softly as he reached down to help Dex to his feet. Dex gasped. “You’re warm!” He attached himself to his man like a sugar on a gummy bear. Or something. He was too cold to think.
“You didn’t forget about today, did you?”
“I don’t know. My brain’s frozen,” Dex said, wrapping himself around Sloane who managed to walk over to the chair, and snatched up the black bundle. He shoved it at Dex.
“I can’t believe Hobbs got you a onesie for Christmas.”
Dex hopped down, and swiftly zipped himself into warm, fleecy goodness. “Not just any onesie.” He pulled the masked hood with ears over his head and spoke in a low gruff voice. “I’m Batman.”
“You’re a dork,” Sloane said with a laugh as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and a sweatshirt.
“Why is it so cold in here? “ Dex pulled on a pair of his winter socks, and followed Sloane out of the room.
“Because someone can’t seem to make up his mind what temperature he wants the house to be at,” Sloane reminded him as they headed downstairs.
“It’s not my fault. Ever since things started changing inside me, I can’t seem to find the right temperature. One minute I’m hot, next minute I’m cold.”
“What are you, menopausing?”
“Don’t joke. I remember a few years back when Tony teased aunt Danelle about it. Not five seconds later was he apologizing profusely because she’d already gotten in the car to drive to the airport. She was gonna take a flight down here to kick his ass.”
Sloane chuckled. “I believe it.”
Dex stopped by the living room, grabbing his super warm fleece blanket, and wrapped it around himself before taking a seat at the kitchen counter. Maybe he’d warm up after some tasty java. In the meantime, he snuggled into his blanket, and ogled Sloane as he moved around the kitchen preparing them breakfast, though naturally Dex’s latte took priority, so within seconds, he had a frothy cup of magic placed in front of him.
“Mmm, so good.” Dex was almost done with his latte when Sloane put a heaping plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and buttered toast in front of him.
Sloane’s amber eyes filled with concern. “Babe, are you sure you’re okay? You’re not coming down with something are you?”
“I’m fine. It’ll pass.” Dex finished his latte, and another one promptly replaced it. “I think I’ll keep you,” Dex said, beaming up at Sloane as he walked around the counter to sit beside him. Sloane kissed him sweetly before taking a seat.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
As Dex consumed his breakfast like it was his last meal—thanks to his ever-growing Therian-hybrid metabolism—a whoosh of heat flooded through him, and he jumped off the chair.
“Dex?” Sloane was immediately out of his chair. “What’s going on?”
“Oh my God, I’m so freaking hot!” He threw off his blanket, unzipped the onesie, climbed out, and pulled off his socks before he let out a sigh of relief. “That’s better. We are definitely going out today.”
Sloane nodded, eyeing him warily as he resumed his seat. “You sure?”
“Yeah, a frolic in the snow sounds perfect right about now.” They all had the day off, and despite a what seemed to be never ending winter, their Therian friends wanted an afternoon of playing in the snow. Dex was always up for some fun in the snow, and hopefully his body would stop being a pain in the butt for one afternoon. Hudson had assured him it would pass. Apparently sometimes his Human side and his Therian side didn’t agree on things and instead of rationally discussing the matter like two adult sides of his DNA, they would throw tantrums until one went home and took their toys with them. Why did these things always happen to him?
“It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” Sloane nuzzled the side of Dex’s head, and Dex sighed, loving the feel and scent of his man. No matter what was going on inside him, Sloane always made him feel balanced. They were so in tune with each other these days, that all it took was one look and Sloane knew something was wrong. Not only that, but he kept Dex from freaking out. He was always so calm and levelheaded, soothing Dex with just a touch or gentle word. Then he’d get on the phone and call whoever he needed to call to get answers, whether it was Hudson or one of the TIN lab they had on speed dial. Every day Dex appreciated Sloane more and more. What would he ever do without him?
Dex blinked up at Sloane. “What?”
“Snow Ash,” Sloane said, eyes filled with mischief. “You should build one. Hobbs and I will even distract Ash for you.”
Dex’s heart filled with so much love, and his brain filled with wicked excitement. “Oh my God, this is going to be epic!” He scarfed down his food, plotted how he was going to put together his grumpy snowy feline while Sloane finished his breakfast, his eyes alight with amusement. Once Sloane was done, Dex did the dishes then darted upstairs to get ready. He went light on the layers since he was boiling at the moment, but made sure to pack warm clothes in Sloane’s PSTC kit, in case he got cold again. Despite the cold, he’d been looking forward to today almost as much as their Felid friends. Sloane looked cool as a cucumber, but Dex could feel Sloane’s excitement.
They climbed into the back of the cab so neither of them would have to worry about driving. Also his precious baby was nice and clean and he didn’t want it getting splattered with grossness. Sloane took hold of his hand, and Dex leaned in to give him a kiss.
“Are you ready for this?” Dex asked. “He always knows when you’re trying to distract him.”
“Pfft. Please. Ash is so worried about getting snow in his mane, he won’t give you a second glance.”
Dex laughed. “He’s such a precious princess.” Lion Therians loved to preen, but Ash was a total diva when it came to his mane. Granted, as lion manes went, it was impressive. “Does he use conditioner in his mane?”
Sloane barked out a laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.”
“So majestic,” Dex teased.
“And he knows it.”
“Oh my God, remember when my dad ordered that rookie to spit out his gum, and he turned around the exact moment Ash was walking by, and it landed in his mane.” Dex went thoughtful. “Whatever happened to that rookie?”
Sloane’s eyes went wide. “I have no idea. I haven’t seen him since.”
They exchanged glanced before bursting into peels of laughter. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.
PART TWO next week! Copyright © 2018 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.