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Baby It's Cold Outside (Archuheta) -- for bright_lights28

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Dec. 16th, 2009 | 03:32 pm

Title: Baby It's Cold Outside
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2175
Summary: David invites Allison to Utah for Christmas.
Notes: This is a Christmas gift for my lovely friend/wifey bright_lights28 without whom I would be the only Archuheta writer in this fandom! I love you dearly, sweetheart. Merry Christmas!! And a special thanks to my wonderful beta geekinthepink82 for all his help.

“I’m really glad you invited me for Christmas.” Allison smiled, enthusiastically swinging David’s hand which was clasped tightly with hers. She leaned in against him, pushing all of her weight onto his shoulder as they crunched their way through the snow on the trail just behind his family home in Utah.

David laughed nervously, blushing bright pink as a sheepish grin lit up his face. “I just figured it was what a couple is supposed to do. We’ve been together almost a year, it seemed like – I mean, it is what you do, right? When you really care about someone?” Allison nodded and smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Besides, we’re apart way too much already,” he added timidly. Touring was a huge part of their chosen careers, and not doing so together kept them apart for more time than either would like. In their year together they’d gotten used to Skype chats and texting as their only reasonable means of communication. Yes, it could be hard, but to David at least, it was worth it.

Thankfully, his parents had met Allison before so it wasn’t some big, intimidating introduction bringing her home for the holidays. His mother – a strong, confident woman in her own right – had immediately taken to Allison, overjoyed with her spunk, tenacity and her Latino heritage. Allison was unlike any of the girls David had gone out with before all the American Idol mania, and none of those girls had ever been serious relationships; just casual crushes and dates to dances. Allison was unlike anyone he’d ever met; she made him feel somehow braver and stronger, and he knew that meant she was something special.

David watched as Allison surveyed the unfamiliar scenery, breathing in the fresh scent of pine trees and shivering when a light breeze swirled around her, picking up a few strands of her hair. “It’s beautiful here, even if it is a little cold.”

“I told you to pack warm clothes, Allie. Here,” he said, stopping and turning to face her. He ran his hands quickly up and down the length of her arms. “I still can’t believe you’ve never seen snow. Ever!”

“I lived in California my whole life,” Allison shrugged, suddenly staring intently down at the white powder on the ground around her feet. She was silent for a second. “And my parents never really had enough money to take us on vacations. But whatever, I’m here now.”

He hated the way the tone of her voice changed when she talked about her childhood. She always became sad and quiet whenever the subject came up, and he never mustered up the courage to ask why. Her parents were still together – which was more than he could say for his own – and they’d seemed happy the times he’d visited them. Allison had been there for him during his parents divorce. He hoped that someday she would tell him what was so heavy on her heart so that he could comfort her the same way she had comforted him. But, for the moment, he kicked himself for making her think about it and decided that now was not the time to pursue an answer to his question.

He turned away. Walking a few feet, he knelt down and formed some snow with his hands, making sure to block her view with his body.

“What are you doing?” Allison asked, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes in an attempt to peek over his hunched form. “Seriously dude, what are you ---”

He turned around quickly and lobbed a snowball at Allison, hitting her square in the stomach.

She gasped before she grinned. “Oh snap! You did not! It’s so on, David James Archuleta!”

She bent down where she stood and scooped up some snow with her bare hands, attempting to make her own ammunition before he had a chance to make another. With a little beginners luck she did and she hit him in the chest, knocking him onto his butt. She managed to make several smaller balls in the time it took him to right himself and finish the snowball he’d started.

When it was finished, he threw it at her. She dodged and it missed her completely. “Ha! Yes!” she exclaimed triumphantly, throwing her hands in the air and manufacturing an impromptu victory dance. David just stared at her as she enjoyed her moment. He couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. Without warning, she threw the two snowballs she held in her hands. The first hit him in the chest again, hard. The second right in the face, laying him out flat on the snowy ground.

Another moment of celebrate quickly turned to worry as he stayed down on the ground. “Oh shit. David!” She ran over, kneeling next to him. “Oh my god, I wasn’t actually trying to hurt you. I’ve got a better arm than I thought! Are you okay?” She brushed snow off him, trying to suppress an inappropriate giggle.

He blinked slowly a few times, feigning a dazed confusion. Taking advantage of the moment, he grabbed a handful of snow with his left hand, sat up and shoved the snow down the back of her thin coat.

“Ahhh! Oh my god! It’s s-s-so fucking cold!” She squealed as he pulled her fully to the ground and the powdery snow whipped up around them. Fits of uncontrollable laughter rippled through both their bodies. “That was mean, Archie,” she said, through staccato breaths as she swatted at him playfully. She only called him Archie when she was in a playful mood, so he knew she wasn’t really mad. Despite her words, she curled in closer to him as they lay there on the ground looking up at the quickly darkening sky.

“It was only fair. You pummeled me, Allie.” He allowed her to wiggle her way under his arm, kissing her temple as she settled in. They said nothing for a few minutes. David closed his eyes and listened to the sound of their breathing, steadying the rhythm of his own to match the pace of Allison’s rising and falling chest.

Allison said, finally breaking the silence. “Why do you have to live somewhere so cold? I hope you don’t want your kids to grow up someplace cold. I don’t think I could handle this on a full-time basis.”

“Uhh. Gee, I hadn’t really thought about it,” he said.

She tensed up in his arms and moved away slightly. He could tell she immediately regretted what she’d just said. He was well aware of Allison’s tendency to ramble without thinking. It had occasionally gotten her into awkward situations she didn’t want to be in, but he wasn’t going to let this be one of them. Their future was just that, the future, but to know that she thought about a future with him, put a smile on his face. “It’ll definitely be something to discuss with future wife, when the time comes.” He pulled her back to his side.

“I’m still cold,” she declared after a moment, trying to whine her way out of the situation she had created.

“Of course you are,” he chuckled. “You’re lying on the ground covered in snow and you didn’t wear enough to begin with.” He sighed, standing up and brushing the snow off his jacket and pants. “Come on, let’s go inside.” He offered his hand to her.


Allison padded down the stairs wearing a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. Her other clothes were too wet and cold to wear inside, so David had suggested she wear something from his room since nothing she brought was truly suitable for cold weather. She set her wet clothes in front of the warm fireplace.

“Si, te amo. Buenas noches, mama,” David said as he hung up the phone. He looked up to see Allison tugging self-consciously on the shirt she’d selected. She was obviously worried about how she looked. He wolf whistled and she blushed. “Wow, I gotta say those look way better on you than they do on me.”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her in for a quick kiss. “That was my mom. She’s staying the night with my aunt.” David pulled back and re-entered the kitchen just at the microwave beeped. “Apparently, a storm blew in and she doesn’t want to risk it. So, it’s just the two of us tonight.”

“Can we be trusted, all alone by ourselves? On Christmas eve?” Allison giggled, plopping down on the couch, picking up a mug of hot chocolate and pulling her knees up onto the couch and to her chest.

“Uhh, well – I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” he said, sitting down beside her and thrusting a large bowl at her. “Popcorn?”

She reached into the bowl and took a handful of the white kernels. “Don’t mind if I do!”

David reached over and pulled a blanket down off the back of a nearby chair. Allison curled her legs over to the side as he draped the blanket over them both. David grabbed the remote and pressed play, watching as the titles to “It’s a Wonderful Life” rolled. He didn’t bother to turn the volume up to even an audible level – he knew better. Allison was a talker and they both knew they weren’t really all that interested in watching the movie.

Allison sipped her cocoa and grabbed a few more handfuls of popcorn as several minutes of the movie went by in relative silence. David was honestly astonished, Allison was rarely this quiet when they watched movies – or ever for that matter.

“You know, if you think about it, this isn’t really a Christmas movie, but for some reason people started watching it at Christmas time.” She took a sip of her cocoa and turned to him. “I’ve never really been a huge ---” Allison blinked a few times. David was staring at her with the cheesiest grin on his face. She set down her mug. “What?”

“You---” he said. He’d been staring at the foam from the hot cocoa she had on her upper lip. He cupped her face with his left hand and pulled gently at her side with his right. Covering her lips with his, he kissed away the chocolate foam.

“You had a little something,” David chuckled as he pulled back just far enough to speak.

“Shhh,” she whispered, tugging him forward by his shirt. “Less talking, more kissing.” Their lips met again and Allison continued pulling until he tumbled on top of her, their bodies tangled along the length of the couch.

David shivered as he felt Allison’s hands travel under his shirt and up his back. He supported his weight with one hand, while the other began toying with the hem of her shirt. His hand traveled up from her waist, following the hour glass curve of her body. He explored the familiar ridges of her tongue as she pulled him in tighter, her cold fingers begging against his increasingly warm skin. He kissed a trail down to her neck, nipping at it just enough to make her breath catch. She tipped her head backward, arching her back slightly to allowing him more freedom. “David,” she moaned breathlessly, as he kissed the hollow place just above her collarbone. His fingertips grazed the soft fabric of her bra and he cupped her still covered breast, eliciting yet another pleased sound from her. She pulled his face away from her neck and their lips crashed together again.

He bucked as he felt her leg slide between his. It was then that his brain returned from auto-pilot and he took control of the situation. “Allie, wait.” He pulled away slightly, gasping for breath. “You don’t want to, uh, you know…” He pushed a lock of pink hair out of her face so he could see her eyes. What he saw in them was a mixture of concern and the passion of the moment.

“It’s not – it’s not that I don’t,” she stuttered. “It’s just---”

“Shhh,” he said, cutting her off. He gently pressed his lips to hers once more, lingering for a long while, kissing them soft and slow. “I love you,” he whispered. “No strings, no requirements. Just us.”

She bit her lip as he spoke, looking as if she might cry at any moment. Then, a tiny bashful smile crept across her face and she pulled him fully down onto her, nuzzling against his neck. He could feel her grinning against him. Slowly, he rolled onto his side and pulled her close to him. He closed his eyes as they began to breathe in sync once more.

“Merry Christmas, David,” she said, her eyelids slowly fluttering open.

He pressed his nose to hers, absent-mindedly drawing small circles in her side with his thumb.

“Merry Christmas, Allison.”

She tugged at the twisted up blanket they somehow still managed to be beneath and closed her eyes. David watched as she fell asleep in his arms.

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from: heartsasmagnets
date: Dec. 16th, 2009 10:12 pm (UTC)

Thank you!

I think it's funny that 95% of the lines you highlighted I *just* wrote today after I got my feedback from my beta. However, I am SO glad you liked it. After I read yours I was like, "but but but mine is not complex, it's just silly and fun and Christmas-y."

I'm really pleased that silly and fun worked for you. :)

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from: heartsasmagnets
date: Dec. 16th, 2009 10:22 pm (UTC)

Oh, but I liked how complex and raw yours was! I don't know if you meant it, but it felt a little like what I've been struggling with lately, so I felt for Allison and I was really happy when Archie opened up to her and accepted her.

Also, is it ok if my comment on yours is later tonight? I'm kind of in a crunch for time that I didn't expect. You know I loved it and you and I want to give the review the time it deserves (and probably a re-read!).

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from: whenbuffysmiles
date: Dec. 17th, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)

This is really beautiful and even more touching the second time around. I love how you write them. It makes me feel warm and gooey and young again. It's the kind of first love that I wished that I'd had and am glad that it is still possible. *sigh*

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from: heartsasmagnets
date: Dec. 17th, 2009 11:28 pm (UTC)

Thank you! :) I added some things that I think gave it a little more power. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. You know your feedback means a great deal.

P.S. I love your icon.

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