voidtreckerexpress | Winter Wonderland [Event]

Winter Wonderland [Event]

”Good Morning passengers. Today is day Twenty Four of the month of Catfish. You may wish to look out of the window.”

As passengers wake in their beds they will indeed notice something different about the light. If they look out of the window, instead of the ever changing void they will see white slopes of mountains, flakes of snow alling down around them and frost covered trees zipping past the windows. If they glance at the ICP on the table they will see a message.

Investigating the dressing cart they will find the drawers and cupboards unlocked once again. However, instead of the fantasy-esque clothing of world #25768 they will find thick winter coats, hats, gloves and scarves. There are heavy fur lined boots and even some ice skates.

Entering the garden carriage they will see that the glass dome of the roof has opened, leaving the carriage exposed to a bright blue sky. Any nonsense of the past few weeks has vanished, leaving the carriage pristine. Not that that is easy to notice as it is covered in a thick layer of snow. The paths are clearer, a light dusting of snow but easy to talk through. Around the paths the drifts are high, perfect for snowman building or a snowball fight.

The streams and the pond in the centre are solid ice. Anyone brave enough to try to find the ice holds their weight for ice skating.

And the ICP message was correct. There is hot chocolate in the stores.

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Gwen is at the snow-fort soon enough. She first has to get dressed, ice skate a lot because it's the closest she can get to ballet at the moment and she is pretty damn good at it, and get herself her own hot chocolate.

She even brings a refill for Peter once the snowball fight dies down some.

Hi, lovely boyfriend.

"So as far as dates go? This is pretty awesome." Of course, she's taken to considering every moment spent with Peter a date, but this is a lot of fun.

"It's beautiful. Snow in New York City is never this pretty for long."

Peter might have left the room once or twice for one reason or another but mostly he's stayed by his snow fort and defended it with his legion of snowmen who have mostly been dismembered by this time. May they rest, not only in pieces but in peace. He's half frozen, of course, his cheeks and nose bright red from the cold and he's a little snifflely but he's having a blast and his day is made all the better by Gwen.

And he almost forgets to speak when he sees how cute she looks all bundled up in her winter wear. He is so lucky he gets to have her as a girlfriend. Best girlfriend.

"Th-thanks!" He says, taking the hot chocolate from her. "You-you look great, by the way." He tells her, settling into to sit in his snow fort. Or what's left of it, anyway.

"And you look like a Popsicle. Spider-sicle? Whatever. Either way, Ice Man, you make an adorable whatever you are," Gwen states, sitting down in the snow next to Peter and bringing her legs up to her chest with a grin. She leans over long enough to kiss Peter on the cheek, thinking to herself for a moment that she's the lucky one.

"Sorry I wasn't here for the epic battle of whatever year we're in. The ice skating called to me and I got very distracted." She was on the pond for like an hour, Peter. One hour solid of what's basically ice ballet. She's never felt happier to have dancing back, even if it was just on ice.

"Who won? Was it you? I bet it was you. You can't convince me otherwise. I won't have it."

Peter just offers a smile and nod of his head at that compliment. “Thanks.” He nods his head, taking a quick drink of hot chocolate. The feeling in his fingers feels like it might be coming back. Maybe. Spiders and cold don’t really mix well.

“You are the best.” He laughs a little bit and leans in to kiss the side of her mouth.

No, they really don't mix well. Gwen is already shivering some, already wishing she was somewhere warmer, but she's glad to be where he is. And, as always, the kiss turns her cheeks just a bit red.

She never once thought she'd find something like this, but here she is. In love with Peter, hanging out in a snow-fort.

She reaches over and takes her hands in his, her hands still warm and in gloves.

"How's that?"

“Much, much better.” He nods, his cheeks a bit warm. He leans into her a little new and press more kisses against her warm cheeks. If she tells him to stop, of corse he will, but right now he’s leaching off her warmth a little and stealing kisses when he can, much braver about than perhaps he used to be.

"Good," Gwen says, her voice soft. She can't focus on anything but each kiss from Peter, sighing softly and smiling just a bit. Kissing him when she can. She's following his lead, glad he's feeling bolder, but still taking things at his pace.

Still, the kissing was nice, so Gwen was happy to reciprocate, just as he was.

He’s getting braver with each little kiss but he’s still a little shaky. Her cheeks are warm though and that’s all the encouragement he needs. She kisses him back and his lips collide with hers mostly by accident but this is different than their usual chaste kisses stolen when no one is looking-there’s a hunger build each time his lips touch hers and warmth seems to build inside. He moves his hand to cup her cheek softly and leans a little more into the kiss though always careful not to try and push her.

He finally breaks away for a breath, his cheeks red. “Whoa.” He voices, a little breathlessly before kissing her again.

Whoa was definitely the best way to put it. They were both in new territory. This was the first time they'd kissed like this and with each one, the world around them dropped away.

She didn't hear the happy noises around them. She didn't feel the cold. She didn't know anything else existed except for Peter. When he pulls away to breathe, she does, too, just for a moment. A soft 'uh-huh' is her response, her eyes closed softly and her forehead pressed against his until he's kissing her again and she's returning each kiss.

Her hand reaches up to run her fingertips against his jaw-line as she pulls away just a bit, looking at him with concern.

"This isn't too much for you, is it?" she asks, worried that he's not stopping because he thinks that's what she wants. But it's not. She wants him feeling happy and all and if kissing in a snow fort isn't what he wants to be doing, she'll stop. "A-are you okay? Because I am. This is great."

There had been perhaps a bit of apprehension the first few time they kissed, a few memories he'd had to force away but he's honestly okay. He's happy to keep kissing her as long as she'll let him. She's worried about pushing him into too much and he's terrified of making her feel like he did back then.

"I'm great." He pulls away just a few centimeters to answer her and kiss her again. He's careful to keep his hands from wandering even though his curiosity feels like it's just about to burn him from the inside out. He doesn't want to push her or himself-he wants to savor this.

He kisses her again, still feeling that hunger building and softly licks at her lips.

His reassurance that he was okay, that he was great, helped Gwen relax more. She didn't even realize she needed to until he said it. He was fine, this was fine. Not like...spider in a room full of lavender fine. This was the exact opposite.

This was perfect. This whole scenario was great. She's feeling that same hunger and that same curiosity, but her hands stay still, one on his arm and one tangled gently in his hair.

Her heart is racing wildly in her chest, but it's not unpleasant. She's sure he can hear it, the thumping loud in her own ears, but she doesn't want to stop kissing her boyfriend.

Her lips part just slightly, a soft sigh from Gwen, one that sounds happy and content and she kisses him again for another moment or two before pulling away long enough to whisper

"I love you."

He can't help the way he leans in to try and keep the kiss going before before he realizes she's pulling away. He smiles softly at her voice-his nose bumping gently against hers.

"I love you too." He tells her, his lips seeking hers again. It occurs to him, somewhere deep in the back of his head, that this is not a great place for this but they have the cover of the snow fort so it's not like anyone can see them. Besides, he's actively ignoring the burning desire to explore-he's enjoying just the simple pleasure of kissing her deeper than he's ever dared before.

But again, he has to break for air and takes in a deep breath.

When he breaks away again, she almost follows him to continue the kiss. But she also needs to breathe, so she takes that moment to collect herself, to steady her own breathing and try to get her heart-rate down to something far more manageable.

Her fingers still ran through his hair, however, touch gentle. She didn't want to move too far away, happy with where she was. At some point, she managed to stretch her legs out some, no longer sitting in a ball, ankles crossed. She was comfortable where she was, the cold not bothering her too much anymore.

All she can focus on is Peter, smiling softly at him as she runs her fingers through his hair.

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