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Leonard's face had been pressed to the glass for the longest time. He couldn't recall how long, but it didn't matter. His warm face pressed against the frosty window, his eyes tried to capture the falling starlight that he was witnessing. He'd read it in stories, seen pictures of it. He knew what snow looked like, and yet, this was different.
This was fragments of the moon falling down and blanketing the earth. This was pixie dust, starlight, magic. Mesmerizing. He couldn't tear himself away from the beautiful sight. They were staying in Montgomery's home in Scotland, which was known for its cold weather unlike Georgia where Leonard grew up.
Georgia had one season and two temperatures: hot or sweltering.
But this was beautiful, and he wondered how he had gone his whole life without seeing this.
How had he never known this perfection?
Usually he could find something to complain about, but his breath was stolen along with his words. He pulled himself from the window and rushed to the front door without even a coat on. It was cold and the wind hit him like a slap in the face, but he didn't care.
The snow had just begun and yet it had already laid a thin blanket on the grass and pavement. It crunched under his boots and he held out his hands, letting the snow flakes land on his hair and face and skin.
It tingled, was very cold and then melted, leaving only a drop.
He giggled softly, closing his eyes. It was soft and cold and the chill bit at his fingers but he didn't mind at all.
"Leonard!" His partner's voice called out to him and he opened his eyes, grinning at the man standing on the porch. Montgomery rushed out to him, dressed warmly for the climate. He was carrying Leonard's coat in his arms and the Engineer jogged toward him. "Leannan, yer coat.
Montgomery offered it to him and Leonard took it smiling. Once he had that on, Montgomery took off the gloves he was wearing and slid them on Leonard. "Yer hands are cold."
And next, there was a hat protecting him, and a scarf. The scarf was probably overkill, but Leonard thought it was endearing.
Montgomery pressed a warm kiss to each of his cheeks, then his nose, then his mouth. When the last came, Leonard kissed him back, humming against his lips.
"It's cold," Montgomery smiled, hands cupping Leonard's cheeks.
"Yeah," Leonard chuckled. "It is."