Snowy Evenings

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[It was freezing. Even his long coat wasn't enough to keep the chill out. He made a disgruntled noise as he stepped out of the cold outdoors and into Jezebel's lab only to find it wasn't much warmer in here.]

How are you not freezing?

[He'd come to 'pick up' the doctor, half expecting to get dragged into helping with something, now he could only hope Jez would actually stop for the day and go back with him to their warm apartment.]

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[Cassian took off his jacket and held it out to Jezebel to take, focusing on straightening the scarf around his neck over looking at the doctor.]

It's not that far, but it's snowing.

[So take the jacket. He's got a lighter one on that he'd been wearing under it anyway.]

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[He takes the jacket, but doesn't put it on yet. Instead, he glances over Cassian and his lighter one, frowning.] You'll go numb with just that on.

[And yes, Jezebel will if he goes out without one, too, but that's his own fault.]

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[Cassian shrugs and makes for the door to indicate this wasn't a discussion.]

And you'll freeze to death without one. There's heat and blankets back in the flat, I'll be fine.

[He glanced back once at the door with a vague smile.]

Let me worry about you.

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[He wants to refute it further, but he abstains at the sight of Cassian's vague smile. Even if he won't verbally agree to let Cassian worry over him, he dutifully puts on the coat and follows him, stuffing his hands in the coat's pockets for warmth.]

As if you'd stop worrying over me if I told you not to.

[Even if it's meant as snark, the words come out more affectionate than he means to let on.]

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[It's the doctor's tone that makes his smile grow a little more, though it fades again once they're surrounded by white flurries and the biting chill in the air.

He sticks close to Jezebel's side as they make their way back home, closing the door behind the other man once they were inside. It wasn't till the door was firmly shut to the cold that Cassian gave any indication as to how cold he was, rubbing at his arms a bit as a shiver ran through him.]

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You're going to catch your death of pneumonia if you keep trying to put on a brave face like that. [Now that they're indoors, away from the prying eyes of others, Jezebel feels safer fussing over him. As soon as they've stepped inside and closed the door, he marches towards a closet and pulls out a wool blanket.

He steps back over to Cassian and drapes it over his shoulders, wrapping it tight around him.]

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I'd survive.

[Jezebel had this habit of not letting Cassian die, so he highly doubted a little sickness would do him in.

The thought get's pushed out of his mind, however, as the blanket is pulled around him. The taller man used Jezebel's closeness to his advantage and pulled him into his arms with the blanket wrapped around them both.

Now that they had honest privacy, there was nothing to stop Cassian from pressing a kiss onto the doctor's lips.]

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[Jezebel's lips curl into a slight smile as Cassian tugs him into an embrace, and he still grins a tiny bit even as Cassian's mouth presses to his. He sighs contentedly without meaning to, before returning the kiss, sliding in closer to Cassian.

Cassian's lips still bear the mark of chill on them. Jezebel's hands reach up to touch the sides of Cassian's face, and they still feel freezing even though they're indoors. He makes a discontented noise at the discovery, but keeps his hands on his skin until he can feel his face starting to ward under the heat of his palms.

He breaks the kiss only when he needs air, and even then he stays close to Cassian.] You're a stubborn fool, you know. [The words have no bite to them, just a weary affection.]

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Yeah, I know.

[The warmth of the doctor's hands on his face combined with the warmth the blanket provided and the other man's body against his was steadily returning him to a normal temperature and he smirked against those soft lips.]

You still put up with me.

[He pressed their foreheads together a moment but an idea floated through his mind that had him pulling away from those hands so he could lean down and attach his lips to Jezebel's neck in a slow and teasing movement.]

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[Jezebel has a caustic reply waiting, but it dies in his mouth when Cassian's lips find his throat. Instead, a low, pleased noise pours out instead, and he finds himself suddenly breathless. Curse the man for undoing him so easily.

Instead, he curls his hands in the fabric of Cassian's shirt, tugging him close so that their chests are nearly pressed together. His body is slowly warming under the blanket and against him; as Jezebel slides his hands over his back and sides, he can feel him thawing underneath his fingers.]