25 Days of Kingbury

Day 5: Pillow Fight

George King hated snow. He chose to stay inside any day with even an overcast sky and having a husband that didn't like him going outside on icy roads didn't help his decision-making process. Today, he was in a particularly bad mood, and the flakes of white pouring from the sky didn't help. Alexander and Thomas had gotten into another fight, Washington was mad at him for losing a case that was hopeless, to begin with, and not to mention his client had humiliated himself and his attorney on the stand in front of the thirty people and added on the jury. His day had gotten worse when he looked out the window of his office, seeing powdery snowfall and land on the windowsill, creeping its way up the building, creating snowbanks.

When it was finally time to clock out, George nearly ran out the door. He hated to drive when it was snowing, stories of cars skidding off into buildings and such filled his mind as he buckled his seatbelt and moved the gear into "Drive". He took a deep breath and started home.

Samuel was waiting for him when he got back. There was a fire going in the brick furnace, and Samuel had started a pot of hot chocolate. His philosophy was to never microwave things you could make on the stove. George had a feeling it had to do with the fact that he believed strongly that radiation from microwaves was bad for your body or something. It was irrational, he knew, but he just couldn't get over the thought of putting literal radiation into his body.

George slammed the door and flopped down on the couch. Samuel leaned in the doorway, smirking at his husband.

"Do you want some cocoa?"

George mumbled into the couch cushions. Samuel giggled.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I'm too angry to have anything to drink," George grumbled

"Nonsense. Cocoa fixes everything, especially my cocoa" he replied, returning surprisingly quickly with George's favorite mug.

George put a pillow over his face. "Leave me be."

Samuel couldn't help but roll his eyes at the taller man's childishness He was the top lawyer of a law firm, and he was acting like a toddler. Samuel picked up the pillow. "Drink up."

George rolled his eyes. "No."

Samuel whacked him with a pillow. "Drink."

George threw the pillow back. "No."

Samuel grabbed two pillows, giggling, and hit his husband with them. George got caught up in it and a smile finally crept across his stubborn face. He tackled Samuel to the ground and hit him with the pillows repeatedly. "I told you to leave me be! This is what you get!" he said. Samuel laughed and tried to fend him off with his hands. George continued to smack him all over his body. Samuel had an idea. He noticed his husband was on his left side and the coffee table was on his right, which had an open bottom and a pillow on the other side. He suddenly rolled under the table, grabbing the pillow and whacking George upside the head.

"S-Sam, stoppit--" George said, Samuel, pinning him down.

"This is what you get!" he mocked as he hit his husband again. George rolled his eyes and started blocking the blows from the smaller.

"Fine, I'll drink your cocoa!" George cried. Samuel laughed maniacally.

"Too late! You had your chance, now it's cold-hearted revenge!" He shouted.

George started to sit up, knowing Samuel was nearly fifty pounds lighter than him. Suddenly, he felt the pillow split, and feathers flew around the room.

"Georgie! Look It's snowing!" he said evilly. George groaned loudly and threw Samuel onto the couch.

"Dammit, Samuel, you ruined my good mood--!"

Samuel giggled. George faltered at Samuel's smile. He loved his husbands smile, and the mischievous grin painted across Samuel's face made him stop and stare for a moment.

"Damn it, I still love you. I can never be mad at you as long as you're smiling like that."

Samuel forcedly smiled wider, showing off his teeth. George rolled his eyes.

"Okay, not like that. That's kinda creepy."

Samuel stopped. "Oh, so now you don't like it?"

"Not like that. Be nicer." George instructed. Samuel rolled his eyes and smiled again, lips closed, putting on his puppy dogs eyes. George grinned idiotically.

"I like that one" he teased, sitting back on the couch and pulling Samuel into his lap. Samuel laughed, not being able to stop smiling at George's comment for some reason. It was genuine this time, and his cheeks were slightly pink. George pressed their lips together, letting them linger for a few moments longer than normal. Samuel pulled back, leaning his forehead against his husbands, unable to keep a lovesick grin off his face.

"And I fell in love with that one." He whispered.