i was inspired to write this after seeing a really pretty snowstorm earlier today. just a bit of pwp and fluff. :)
Bella buttoned up her coat, wrapped a scarf as tight as it would go around her neck, and shoved her fingers into an old pair of gloves. The wind threatened to push her back into the house even as she shoved the door open with all her might, and she stepped bravely out into the angry storm. The hard ground was covered with at least a couple feet of snow, precsisely the reason she was able to leave the house as Charlie had gone to visit Billy and gotten snowed in. She'd been home alone for three days, at least that's what Charlie thought. However, each of those three nights was spent in a warm bed, with a cold pair of arms holding her. She didn't mind that cold at all.
Fighting her way through the wind and keeping her head down to escape the biting cold, she could just barely see Edward's silver Volvo parked in it's usual spot. She smiled, as she did every time she saw him- no matter that she saw him nearly every day- and could just about make out his ghostly-white form in the snow-rain that served as his camoflauge. The falling snow looked strangely like tiny diamonds sparkling in the pale, winter moonlight, and Bella could feel the crystal droplets hit her face with every step she took. Edward's eyes, the topaz color that she so loved, held the faintest hint of a gleam, making the night look as though semi-precious gems were falling from the heavens.
He returned her smile as she continued to trudge through the snow, and he became a blur of white at her side. Stopping her slow procession to the car, he wrapped both arms around her and pressed her gently to his chest, hoping to warm her with his coat. Pressing a kiss into her snowflake-covered hair, he pulled her along the rest of the way, hiding her face from the wind, sleet and snow with his body.
"We should have stayed in tonight, it's too cold for you to be out," he commented, opening the car door for her.
"What, no 'hello, Bella, how are you'?" she countered with a grin. She heard him chuckle softly as he made his way around the car in a lightning-flash. She loved the snow, especially being with Edward on nights like this. His perfect features were personified by the crystal flakes; he almost seemed to glow. Although his body was cold to her touch, she had never shyed away from it, but rather reveled in the electric shocks he seemed to give her when they shared a kiss that was perhaps a little less than innocent. On nights like this, how could she not think of him as an angel?