Rain. It was raining again. Not that you complained really, apart from when you got caught in one of the storms and ended up soaked to the bone. To be honest, the erratic trickling of the water, the gliding tracks down your cold windowpanes, even the pounding roar of the wind; you enjoyed it all.
Especially if you were sitting inside beside the window that stretched from floor to ceiling, cuddled up in a worn, woolly blanket and cradling your favourite albeit chipped mug of steaming tea. You were enjoying it even more so, especially when you leaned your cheek against the chilled glass, relishing the difference in temperature.
“Vhat are you doink?” Your heart skipped a beat in surprise at the familiar voice. “Nothing much,” you replied, turning to see the man whose voice had startled you, “just enjoying the rain.” The albino let out a snort of disbelief, seating himself on the floor beside you crosslegged.
“You’re veird,” he commented, leaning his chin on to your shoulder, where the fabric of your loose jumper had slid down to reveal your soft skin. “Not true,” you pouted, sending him what he thought was a cutely irritated glare.
“So true,” he murmured, closing his red eyes whilst a small chuckle left him. Puffing your cheek up in annoyance, you jabbed him in the ribs, which soon stopped his laughing. He cringed dramatically and stiffened up like a board, then dropped all his weight on you. Letting out a shrill cry, you quickly set down your cup and pushed back on his chest with your hands.
“St-stooop! Gilbert!!” He groaned, and made a show of struggling. “C-can’t,gravity in-increasing,” he told you, pressing onto you with a wicked grin on his face. “You evil-“ you locked your arms and braced yourself against the corner. Then you launched yourself forward and on top of him.
“There,” you panted, pointing an accusing finger at him, “I win.” You sat back on his legs, a victorious smile beaming from your face. “You did indeed,” he answered, his grin fading to a light upturning of his lips. “So take it back,” He blinked in fake confusion. “Take vhat back?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Take it back about me being ‘veird’.” You ordered, using a weak imitation of his accent.
“Nein.” You scowled at him and were about to protest, when he sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you. He grinned like the Cheshire cat, and moved in so he was nose-to-nose with you. “Because if you’re veird, zhen so am I, right?” You cocked your head.
“Zhat’s vhat you vanted to say, right?” he asked you, planting his chin in the crook of your neck. “Yes....” you murmured, feeling your cheeks flush red at the touch of skins touching lightly.
“Vell, zhen you must be as awesome as myself as vell,” he stated, playfully nibbling on your earlobe. Giggling at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin, you nodded happily. “My perfect match,” he breathed, tilting his head so he could rub it against yours. Smiling warmly, you rubbed his back in soothing circles.
“You took the words out of my mouth,” you whispered softly, closing your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. His kiss was rough, though had an edge of tenderness. Which was so like him.