Getting snowed in somewhere with Kurt Wagner and ending up cuddling in blankets by a fireplace would be really cute if you don’t mind :)”
Warnings: None
A/N: This is kind of short, I’m sorry!
You sighed, curling up in a large, stuffed chair in the library of Xavier’s. The windows were completely white, flurries of snow blocking any view. You shivered, tucking your arms around yourself. The mansion was quite cold, even with the burning fireplace right in front of you. The blizzard outside had come up without warning, trapping you and a few other mutants inside of the mansion. Luckily, most of the students had gone home for the holidays.
You craned your neck when you heard the library door open, revealing the young mutant Kurt. He held two steaming mugs in one of his hands, carefully balanced on his three fingers. IN his other arm, he held a ball of blankets. You smiled widely as he stepped in, setting down the mugs slowly on the table in front of you.
“You looked kind of cold,” Kurt said softly. You nodded, tucking your knees into your chest.
“It is quite freezing,” you said, rubbing your fingers together. You glanced out of the windows, a couple gusts of snow whipping past the window. Another shiver ran up your spine when you thought of the relentless cold that threatened to seep into the mansion at any moment, the wind rattling the windowpanes and making the very walls creak.
“I brought some hot chocolate,” Kurt said shyly, motioning toward the mugs. You leaned forward, picking one up. You wrapped your fingers around it, conserving every bit of possible warmth from the cup. You took a careful sip, the hot liquid sweet and filling your stomach pleasantly.
You scooted aside, allowing Kurt to sit beside you. He fluffed out the blankets he had brought, tucking them behind the two of you. You grasped the corner of one, wrapping the soft material around you. Kurt took his own mug, settling back into the chair. Once he had gotten comfortable, you scooched into his side, curling under his arm. His side was warm against your cheek, your eyes half-shut lazily. You could faintly hear his heartbeat, the rhythmic thuds lulling you into a drowsy state.
The flames in the fireplace crackled and popped, sending bright orange sparks into the air. You took another sip of the hot chocolate, savoring every drop of the drink. Kurt sighed, snaking an arm around your shoulders and pulling you even closer. He made sure the blanket remained tucked around you, protecting you from the relentless cold from the blustery winter storm that raged on outside.
“Thank you, Kurt,” you said quietly.
Kurt pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, a gentle thumb rubbing absent minded circles on your shoulder as he did so. “Of course.”
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