handed Courfeyrac a steaming mug of homemade hot spiced apple cider and settled
next to him on their large quilted sofa.
Christmas music tinkled
softly from the stereo in the corner, and in front of them a fire crackled from
the wood burning stove nestled under the mantelpiece; it filled the room with a
cosy orange warmth but Courfeyrac still felt the need to drape a soft fleece
throw over the pair of them.
“Merry Christmas,” Courfeyrac hummed against Combeferre
shoulder, inhaling the spiced cinnamon aroma and feeling like the luckiest guy
in the world.
OMG, HOW DID I MISS THIS BEFORE? So cute, and exactly what I was hoping for in this prompt. ^_^ AW. Thank you!