Untitled Ilya / Dan fic (snow flakes)
Ilya / Dany Heatley
Fiction means this is made up
It's late. And there is an early practice that they
have to be rested for.
It's dark. The streetlights don't reach Dany's
backyard and he didn't both to turn on the porch light, his feet just skimming
the steps to stand in the cold and breath it in.
It's snowing. Ilya laughs and tucks his hands into his
pockets. There is already snow on Dany's hair and shoulders.
Dany just laughs and spins in the flurries to smile at
Ilya standing in the doorway.
"Don't you miss this?" Dany grins and tilts
his head back with his mouth open to catch the snow on his tongue.
"No, psycho, I don't." Wearing a hat,
completely unnecessary as despite the snow it isn't that cold, Ilya laughs more
as he watches Dany.
"Never seen snow before?" He teases.
"Didn't you get enough of this in Calgary and Wisconsin?"
"Never." Dany smiles walking back to the
house pulls Ilya out in to the middle of the yard with him.
His cold hands on Ilya's warm cheeks make the younger
man gasp.
"I didn't get to do this in Calgary or
Wisconsin." Dany whispers and leans down to capture Ilya's lips in a kiss.
