Addicted

"Sweats, but I'm not wearing those with you. You're my girlfriend, and we're going to a nice dinner." He ran his fingers through his hair and grumbled under his breath.

"So, let's not go to dinner."

"No. I want to. It's the holidays, and besides, the restaurant is right by that festival of lights that I want to show you."

"Then, I'll cut the seam of your jeans and expand the leg where your cast is." I moved to pick up the jeans, but waited until he gave me the okay.

"Yeah. I forgot you were a seamstress. Shit. Is there anything you can't do?" He smiled, and reached for me.

I jerked out of his way and walked to the living room. "Where would I find scissors?"

"The drawer next to the stove in the kitchen. Hurry back in here. I want more of your kisses."

"If I give you more kisses, we'll be staying here today."

"Then, let's just do that. Dad sits in the damn office all day, anyway. He doesn't need a new jacket."

I laughed and worked on the jeans until I was satisfied that they would work. Walking back into the bedroom, I stopped to pick up a cookie from the plate I'd sent over.

"Did you like these?" I lifted it and took a bite.

Finn reached for it. "Hey! Those are mine."

I tossed his jeans at him and walked to the bathroom. "You can share, handsome boy."

"Anything for you, actually."

I looked out of the bathroom and smiled. "Anything?"

"Anything."

* * * *

It took far more time than Finn seemed okay with on finding his dad's coat, which left us having to pick up a hot dog at one of the street vendors for the festival of lights, but I didn't mind so much. The show was beautiful, and after a few minutes of walking around, someone felt bad for us and offered us half price on a horse drawn carriage ride.

We got in and leaned back, snuggling up to each other and letting the various colors and styles of Christmas lights lull us into a great mood.

"Oh." I sat up and looked around at him. "Dad told me what happened between him and your dad."

"Yeah, mine did, too. So sad." He reached for me and pulled me back down. "We need to get them to talk it out. It was thirty years ago."

I leaned in and kissed him, mumbling my agreement. The warmth of his fingers playing along the edge of my shirt caused my blood to burn, and looking at Christmas lights didn't seem so spectacular anymore.

"I'm ready to go," I mumbled against his mouth.

He licked at my lips and drew me down for another kiss before moving back. "Tell them to stop this thing and let's go home. I want to hold you all night. You up for that?"

"Yes. More than you know."

I helped him out of the carriage, which he didn't seem to enjoy at all. He was used to being independent, and the last thing he wanted was my help to get him in and out of places. He grumbled at me as I got him out of the truck at home and I whipped around on him, tired of his pride.

"Hey. I'm happy helping you." I poked my finger into his chest. "I would pick you up out of a wheelchair and move you around every ten minutes if you needed me to. This isn't going to last long, so stop bitching about me helping you and ju

st be grateful that you have someone that loves you and is willing to do it."

He pulled me to him and wrapped his strong arms around me, looking down at me as the snow started to fall all around us.

"You love me?"