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"Geez, I thought you were cuddly in the autumn."
Mark and Jackson were currently lying in bed, watching a movie on the iPad they shared. It was rather cold outside so it was natural to want to both get and share warmth with your lover, right?
"You don't like it?", Jackson began to move his body to give Mark some space but Mark immediately pulled him back.
"I didn't say I didn't like it."
"You're really hard to understand at times, do you know that?"
"I'm fully aware, thank you very much. You've told me before."
Mark kissed Jackson's cheek before turning back to the movie. He wasn't sure what the name was and he had almost forgotten the plot while spending most of the time looking at Jackson instead but he decided to still give it a shot.
"Isn't winter wonderful?", Jackson asked. There was a part of Jackson that dispised winter but also that other half that told him he loved it.
"It's alright, can't really reach summer standards but it's still alright."
"Come on, in the summer you can't cuddle like this without sweating a pool."
"Ew, that was not worth mentioning."
"It's true!"
"Sadly it is."
They were silent for a few minutes before Mark shut down the movie since neither of them were paying attention to it either way.
"Winter also means a lot of illnesses."
"Nothing some medicine usually can't fix."
"And it gets cold."
"I can warm you."
"And I get hungrier."
"I can't- wait what?"
Mark burst out laughing.
"Thanks for playing with my feelings you jerk!", Jackson told him overdramatically. He couldn't hide the smile on his lips.
"For real though, I'm really hungry, make me something to eat."
"Ask nicely."
"Make me something to eat, please?"
"How nice on a scale of 1 to 10 was that?"
Mark sighed. "Would you pretty please make me something to eat?"
Mark made sure to raise his voice a pitch higher while puffing his cheeks slightly as he let a slight pout dress his lips. Jackson was blushing furiously.
"Y-yeah, of course!"
"Why are you blushing?"
"You're too much for me to handle."
"This belongs to winter."
"No, it does not, but I wouldn't mind if you made it a regular thing."

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