“Dmitri!” You cried, flinging yourself at the Ukrainian in the doorway. A flurry of snowflakes scurried inside with him as he tried to close the door without letting go of you. “I missed you!” You told him, planting kisses on his cold cheeks.

“Hang on...” he murmured, pecking your nose as he shrugged off his wet trench coat and knitted scarf. “There we go!” Dmitri took hold of you properly, discarding his gloves in the process.

He smiled happily as you returned the hug, your warm hands tracing his cooler frame. Shivering slightly at the difference in temperature, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I missed you too.” He said, his signature smile gracing his chapped lips. “C’mon, let’s get you warmer.”

You tugged his wrist, making him follow you into the heated room. He relaxed, though his hands were starting to go numb.

He pulled you back for a hug and of course you didn’t refuse. His hands started roaming your body and slipped underneath your shirt. Yelping loudly, you tensed. “You’re freaking cold!” You shouted, trying to free yourself from his arms.

He grinned, his hands creeping up your spine. It felt like you’d been dunked into icy water. Dmitri chuckled at your fruitless attempts to get away, letting his fingers dance along your back. His hands were usually colder than yours, though now they were even icier than before due to his being outside.

You on the other hand were always warm and always prepared to share that warmth with him. Hugs became a daily thing for him and he seemed to need more every time he woke up to find you lying there next to him.

“You know what they say about people with cold hands don’t you?” You asked, hoping the question would distract you from the cold. Furrowing his brows he shook his head. “They say people with cold hands have a warm heart.”

He smiled at you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Is that so?” He muttered. Laughing gently, you sighed. “My hands are almost always warm though... what does that say about my heart?”

Gazing at you intently, he brushed his lips against yours. “You’re completely warm, every single part of you. Especially your smiles, and the way you look at me from the side.” He seemed enraptured, summing up everything that made him feel warm.

“And the way you hold my hand, oh and when we’re together-“

You cut his rambling off, pressing your lips firmly against his. When you parted, he rubbed your noses together. “The way you kiss me makes me warm too.” He stated, bringing you even closer into his embrace.

“I know something else that’ll make you warm. Let’s get some hot chocolate yes?”
He nodded. “I’d love some.”