John

[winter_wisp]

Winter peeked through the window, then another, before fluttering in through the front door. He was doing his best to be silent, sneaking his way up to the bedroom and beaming as he saw John still in bed. Excitedly, he started to sing as he fluttered around the room. "Wake up! I'm home! Wake up, wake up!" he sang, letting out a little giggle, then landing on one of the bedposts.

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[petty_dabbler]

"Maybe with you here, things will grow better," he said.

He devoted himself to breakfast for a momentvandcsoon they had tea, eggs, and bread that wasn't too dry.

"It will be spring soon," he noted.

[winter_wisp]

"Yes! It is only weeks away now. I am excited," Winter confessed. "I love spring, even if winter is my season."

[petty_dabbler]

"If we're lucky, soon there will be a kid. Mrs Fuzzybum is swelling up," he said.

"And you know what that means," he smiled. "Cheese."

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled, sipping his tea and smiling bright.

"It will be a fruitful spring. I look forward to it."

[petty_dabbler]

"With you back, we'll need to go to the market. I don't even have cake," he said as he enjoyed his meal.

[winter_wisp]

"You had no cake while I was gone?" Winter asked, as though that was the most tragic thing he'd ever heard.

[petty_dabbler]

"Not even a bite," he lamented, making it sound terribly tragic.

[winter_wisp]

"We will buy cake tomorrow," Winter decided. "A big cake. The biggest!"

[petty_dabbler]

"Maybe not the biggest," he chuckled. "But a goodly sized cake. And other tasty things. You know I'm happy to eat eggs and porridge every day. But you can't live on that."

[winter_wisp]

"Medium cake," Winter said, settling in with his food. "Or two small cakes... A tiny cake, but daily."

[petty_dabbler]

John chuckled softly and nodded.

"As many cakes as you like," he agreed.

He looked at Winter and smiled, warmth spreading through him.

[winter_wisp]

Winter ate, but when he was finished he made his way over to John and crawled onto his lap.

[petty_dabbler]

John gathered him up and held him close.

"I missed you. Terribly," he admitted softly after a long moment.

[winter_wisp]

"Sorry," the pixie said softly. "I am home now though, I will stay," he purred, nuzzling at John's jaw.

[petty_dabbler]

John tipped his head a bit to give him access and his hands lightly explored the shape of him.

"You don't need to be sorry. You were doing important work."

[winter_wisp]

Winter scattered kisses down his neck, holding on tighter.

"You are my most important work."

[petty_dabbler]

John sighed, soft and content.

"Your lips were missed," he said.

A hand slid down to hold Winter's ass.

"You do my heart good."

[winter_wisp]

"Good, hearts are important," Winter assured him, giggling at the hand on his bum.

"Let's go out today, let's go for a walk in the woods and gather things for dinner, and I will make us a big meal tonight."

[petty_dabbler]

John brightened at that.

"If we can find any, will you make mushrooms?" he asked. "I love them when you make them."

[winter_wisp]

"Yes!" Winter agreed excitedly. "Mushrooms and potatoes, and maybe a fish if we can catch any."

[petty_dabbler]

"Well, we'll never collect dinner with you comfortable in my lap," he grinned.

He made no move to dislodge him.

[winter_wisp]

Winter wiggled a little, then giggled as he got to his feet and offered John his hand.

"We can bring the big basket!"

[petty_dabbler]

John knew if they took the big basket, he'd be the one carrying it. Looking at Winter, his sweet light and enthusiasm, John decided the basket wasn't a hardship.

"Get it out. I'll put my boots on," he said.

[winter_wisp]

Winter grinned, bouncing off to fetch the basket and his boots. ...Well, Q's old boots, but whatever.

He returned holding an old woven basket that was a bit too large for someone of his petite stature to drag around, though for the meantime he was making the effort.

[petty_dabbler]

John was ready to go by the time Winter returned. He took the basket from him with a smile.

"Maybe when we go to market for cake, we should go to the cobbler and get you some boots of your own," he said thoughtfully.