light_a_spark | Town and MCA - Late evening after the ball

He grazed his teeth over her earlobe before he pulled back a little and he brushed his lips down her neck, smirking at her reaction.

Aly shivered again, but it might have been the cold. She stayed close for a long moment then shifted back to meet his eyes. "We should go back," she murmured, voice low and slightly strained.

He hummed softly and finally nodded, his hand sliding down her back. "I'm good with that," he whispered, if his voice was strained as well, it was the cold too. He slowly started to pull back, keeping a firm grip on her hand.

"Don't want you to catch cold," she murmured teasingly, her free hand reaching up to stroke down the side of his neck for just an instant.

"You're too kind," he whispered teasingly. Her fingers were cool against his skin, but it still felt good and getting inside seemed like a great idea so he gently tugged on her hand as he started heading back.

"Maybe I just like you not sniffling," she teased, letting him pull her back along the path to the apartments.

"It isn't very attractive," Roy agreed with a laugh.

"I'm not so worried about that," Aly murmured, shooting him a look. She squeezed his hand, falling silent again as they walked on through the snow.

His hair and uniform were slightly damp by the time they made it to the apartments. He pushed the door open for Aly, grateful at the warmth that immediately greeted them.

"Home, sweet home," he murmured, breaking the silence even if it was a comfortable one.

"Home, warm home," she corrected instantly, shivering as the wave of warm air rushed over her. She turned to pull him inside as well. "I don't know how you managed to get wet," Aly murmured.

"Snow," he pointed. "It melts."

He let the door fall shut behind them as he moved into her. "Someone stole my coat."

Aly raised an eyebrow as she slipped her arm around his waist, pulling him up the stairs. "You mean someone offered it to me."

"Mmmmmmm," he looked thoughtful for a moment. "That may have been how it went," he agreed as he slid his arm around her shoulders.

She chuckled, more than happy to stay close to him. "Don't be changing the events of the evening for your own purposes," Aly teased. "That's my job."

He laughed softly, slowly brushing his hand down her shoulder and side. "You should make a list of what's your job so I don't step on your terrain."

"You should just know," Aly murmured, moving into the touch. "If you've been paying attention at least."

"I pay a lot of attention," he protested instantly, his arm wrapping around her waist so his hand came to rest on her belly.

She turned to look up at him, an amused smile on her face as her hand traced over his. "Then why do I need to make a list?"

"So I can be certain?" he tried, smiling down at her.

"Where's the fun in that?" she murmured.

"Mmmmmmm, true," he grinned and pressed a kiss to her temple as they made it to the fourth floor. "You like to keep me guessing."

"Really I like to keep everyone guessing," Aly teased, her hand stroking up under his sash. "You just respond so well to it."

"I like to think I always respond well," he replied, images of her taking the sash off flooding his mind for an instant and he bent his head to press a kiss to the side of her neck, his nose less cold now.

"Like to think and doing it aren't the same thing," Aly pointed out, tilting her head to encourage the kiss. "You feel good," she murmured.

"You just said that I do," he pointed out quietly, his other arm sliding around her as well as he moved close behind her. The cold was still clinging to their clothes and skin and he pressed his lips against it, taking in that subtle scent of shampoo as he slowly inhaled.

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