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“Can’t we take off our gloves to hold hands properly?”
”Eddie, it’s way too cold for that.”
Chrissy’s right, it’s bitterly cold outside. The wind is biting at their faces as they walk from his van to Family Video, and he watches as his dejected exhale forms a cloud of vapor in front of him.
“Our palms would just get sweaty anyway.”
Eddie looks down at their joined hands, his larger workman’s glove Wayne gave to him linked with her smaller pristine white mitten with a pink puff ball on top.
“But I like when they get sweaty! In fact, I’d totally lick the combined sweat up from our hands.”
That startles a laugh out of her, “Gross!”
He loves when he gets that kind of laugh out of her, all sudden like she didn’t expect it. She smiles up at him like she loves him, like she loves being with him.
He leans down close to her, pitching his voice a little lower. “I mean, it’s not any different from the sweat we make when we fu—“
”Eddie!” She presses an insanely soft mitten over his mouth, the blush on her face looking so beautiful.
It’s not like he was gonna say it anyway. Besides, no one around would give a shit in this weather. All anyone is thinking about is how soon until they’ll be back inside and warm again.
He takes hold of her wrist, wrapping an arm around her to pull her close to him. She looks up at him, a little surprised but so open and trusting and loving and he just— he—
He bends down, pressing his lips to the tip of her cold nose, moving lower to press his lips against hers, briefly.
He barely pulls away, hardly wants to, still holding her hand to his cheek.
“I wanna pull this mitten off with my teeth and suck on your fingers until they prune.”
And he loves that he can say his weird miniature kinda horny declarations of his love for her and she’ll still always smile up at him and love him back.
He wants to press his hands to her cheeks and warm up her face, ruddy with cold, but he doesn’t want to put his rough, stained gloves on her soft pink skin.
Chrissy bites her lip, glancing behind her at the Family Video ahead of them before turning back to him. She twirls a finger around one of his curls, adjusts his scarf a bit before locking eyes with him again.
“Here's what we're gonna do. We’re gonna pick a couple movies, get some snacks-“
"-no Twizzlers-"
She tugs on his scarf, "yes Twizzlers, I actually like them." He grins, tightening his arm around her waist.
”-and then go back to the trailer and get all warm and cuddle so close that we’ll probably like merge into one being, ‘kay?”
He smiles down at her, nodding once. She steps up on her toes, pressing one final kiss to his lips before she grabs his hand again and pulls him towards the doors.