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Remus generally didn’t do things like “fear.” But he had to admit, the fact that he had hit Logan with no fewer than five snowballs—two of them directly to the face—over the course of the day, and Logan had shown absolutely no signs of wanting to get revenge… it had him feeling a little nervous. Just a tad. Logan was so good at snow-related revenge; this wasn’t like him. It was suspicious.
That didn’t stop Remus from lobbing yet another snowball at his boyfriend from across the yard the moment his back was turned, of course. Fear was just a chemical in his brain. Snow down Logan’s jacket, on the other hand, was a tangible product of hard work (packing the snowball) and effort (throwing the snowball). One of these clearly outweighed the other.
Logan froze very still, then turned, brushing the snow from his shoulders. “Remus?”
“Yeah?” Remus said, grinning and poised to run.
“Did you know that there are many different kinds of snow?” Logan bent and scooped up a handful of it off the ground, pressing it together. “For instance, the snow on the ground today is fairly good for snowballs—a little on the powdery side, but still very serviceable. There is wet snow, powdery snow, spring snow, slush, and then depending on what type of categorization you are using—such as weather scientists, or ski resorts—there may be entirely different systems of classification.”
“Right. That’s really neat!” Remus stared suspiciously at the snowball in Logan’s hand. “Are you gonna throw that at me, though?”
“No, actually. Also, the scientific process whereby snowballs are formed is actually quite fascinating. It makes use of a process called sintering, where the snow is compressed at temperatures close to the melting point, allowing the snowflakes to fuse together into the snowball. Also, if the weather conditions are exactly right, it is possible for the wind to form a snowball naturally, without human intervention.”
“Wait, no shit? That’s so cool,” Remus enthused, wide-eyed.
“Indeed. Oh, and Remus?”
“Yeah?”
“Look up.” Logan launched the snowball high into the air, far above Remus’s head. Remus followed its path, tipping his head backwards—
The snowball smacked into the branches of the tree he was standing beneath, dislodging an entire wave of snow that fell onto Remus, knocking him onto his backside and half-burying him.
Remus could hear Logan laughing; he wiped the snow from his face and looked over. His boyfriend was bent almost double, pealing with laughter and looking extraordinarily pleased with himself.
“Okay, good job,” Remus admitted, kicking free of the snow he was covered in and clambering to his feet. “Are we even?”
“Maybe,” Logan said demurely, composing himself. “I haven’t decided. Maybe I’ll get you again.”
Remus shook himself all over, making snow go flying in every direction, unable to wipe the grin from his face. “I am the most in love I have ever been in my life right now, just so you know.” He waded through the snow towards Logan, coming to a stop before him.
Logan beamed up at him. “I love you too,” he declared.
Remus cupped Logan’s face in both his gloved hands and kissed him. Logan kissed back, one hand sliding up Remus’s chest. He grasped the collar of Remus’s coat, tugging it towards him, and before Remus’s alarm bells quite went off, Logan reached up with his other hand and dumped a fistful of snow down his collar.
“Now we’re even,” he declared as Remus yelped and spluttered. “Can I have another kiss?”
And, well. Who was Remus to refuse such a delightful request as that?