"I've never been skiing," Remington says cheerfully, walking beside Andy through the snowy resort, dragging a suitcase along with him.

Andy stops to check his phone for the chalet name. "I know," he responds, "c'mon, it's just up here I think."

"It's so creepy," Remington says, looking around at the dark village and static ski lift ahead. "This is so exciting."

The brightness of his voice makes Andy smile as he walks, shivering from the icy, midnight chill. "You're gonna love it, I'm sure. Skiing is right up your street." He slows to let Remington catch up to him. "It's bloody cold."

Remington links their arms. "My hands are dead," he says, without caring too much about it. "How am I s'posed to know how to ski?"

Andy glances at him and shrugs. "I'll teach you. I reckon I'd be a great ski instructor."

"We'll see."

"Here we are. Chalet Sixteen." He begins towards a door, putting the bag in his hand down to type in the pin to unlock the building. Once it's open and the porch lights have come on, Andy steps in and Remington follows, closing the door behind them. They leave their shoes in the porch and go up the stairs into the living area, finding the light switch.

"Oh, it's nice," Remington observes, yawning. "I'm finding the bedroom."

"Come have something to eat before you go to bed."

"Mm, fine." He opens a door, says, "I'm fuckin' freezing."

Andy unzips the bag with food they bought after the flight, organising it in the fridge and the cupboards and filling the kettle. "Come 'ere and I'll warm you up. The hot water bottle's in one of the bags."

Remington accepts the offer, returning to his husband and hugging himself to the man. "What're you making?" He mumbles.

"Tea and toast. Where the hell are the mugs?" Andy opens a cupboard, discovering bowls.

"Up your arse, I don't know." He rests his forehead on Andy's shoulder and yawns. "What if I fall over?"

"On the skis?"

He hums.

"You'll be fine, sweetheart. Snow is soft. Are you warming up now?"

"Mm. Can't wait for bed."

The older smiles and sways slowly as he opens a bag of sliced bread, trying not to disturb the boy. He's quiet while he pours hot water into two mugs with teabags and spreads butter on the toast. When he's finished, Remington is almost asleep against him, so he strokes his hair and says quietly, "kitten, wake up."

Remington whines and lifts his head, eyes only half open. "Toast?"

"Toast," Andy confirms, "c'mon, sit down."

After the midnight snack, the two crawl into bed and Remington is flat out asleep within ten minutes, leg bent over Andy's waist, head delicate on his chest. Andy strokes his shoulder until he, too, is sleeping.

Remington wakes to Andy drawing on his stomach with a felt tip pen. He looks at the man and raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He asks. "It tickles."

"Giving you a tattoo. It's a flower."

"Why?"

"Because I was bored and you're so beautiful when you sleep. There, done." He replaces the cap of the pen.

"I want pancakes," Remington announces, sitting up stretching. "And warm clothes." He yawns. "How did you draw on me without me waking up?"

Andy shrugs and smiles. "I think I saw a crepe place outside somewhere, d'you wanna try there?"

"Crepe is a pancake, right?"

"Yes, sweetie. A crepe is a pancake."

Remington and Andy have a rather hysterical time when Andy attempts to become a ski instructor for the day. "Your feet are all wrong," the man laughs, watching Remington struggle to stay upright. "And what are you doing with your poles? They go beside you, not in front."

Laughing, Remington moves his arms. "Maybe everyone else is doing it wrong, and I'm right."

"Sure, sure. I'll believe that when you aren't falling over."

"I ain't falling over."

Andy raises an eyebrow, a hand on the younger's waist to keep him stable. "Babe, you have many talent, but I don't think this is one of them."

"Cheers babe."

"Come on, let's go up the mountain a bit." He gestures towards the chair lift.

Remington lifts his goggles from his eyes and squints. "What if I die?" He asks dramatically.

Andy shakes his head and smiles. "Then I'll be terribly sad." He pokes the boy's nose and Remington turns his head to the side. "There's a spa here. Wanna go later?"

"A spa?"

"Mhm."

Remington grins.

"Is that a yes?"

"Are you a yes?"

"Alright, c'mon, this way."

It takes more than an hour to get from the top of the lift down to the bottom again, what with both of them falling over, even at a comically slow pace, and dissolving into laughter at the side of the piste for no particular reason.

Remington unclips the skis from his boots and lies on his back on the snow, pulling his scarf off his face and smiling. "It's so sunny," he says. He looks at Andy and grins.

Andy grins back. "It is," he agrees.

"Love you."

"Right back at 'ya."

"Thanks for bringing me here."

The man takes his goggles off and straddles Remington's waist. "Anything for you, princess. And I must say, this jacket is a look." He straightens the collar of the thick, waterproof coat the younger is wearing.

"I might start wearing it everyday," Remington jokes.

The two later have at the top of one of the lifts, where there's a large restaurant with plenty of outdoor seating. They share chips and olives and fish goujons and whisper about the group on the table next to them who's arguing over one of the children going too far up the mountain on her own.

"I bet they annoyed their whole flight," Remington says, "that kid has a whiny fuckin' voice."

"Shh," Andy whispers back, "if they hear they might start arguing with us. What're you doing?"

Taking Andy's hand and pulling his ring from his finger, Remington gets off the picnic bench. "Stealing the attention from them," he whispers, "they clearly enjoy it."

Andy raises an eyebrow and watches him get down on one knee beside the bench. He acts surprised, putting a hand to his mouth.

"There really is no other way to say this," Remington begins, "I'm just so in love with you, ever since you didn't mind that I slept with your best friend after you had an affair with your old maths teacher. I knew you were the one!"

Andy rolls his eyes.

"And we've been together for at least a month so it's about time we tie the knot. Just don't think about the divorce we'll get in a few months." He holds the ring up. "So...Graham...What's your last name?"

"Smith."

"So, Graham Smith, will you please marry me so I can prove to my parents that I'm not immature?"

"Idiot," Andy says, "sure I will."

Remington stifles a laugh while he slides the ring back onto Andy's finger. People around them aren't sure whether to cheer or not. Remington sits back down and says, "I've always wanted to do that."

"Well, you did a cracking job."

"Cheers, Graham."

"Don't call me that."

"Aww, why?"

"Well, do you want me to call you Richard?"

"Ew, no."

Andy chuckles. "It really was so romantic. An affair with my maths teacher?"

"What can I say, Graham, you're a naughty boy."

"Graham wasn't the one begging for sex this morning, Richard."

Remington sticks his middle finger up and picks up a chip from the bowl. "Richard loves Graham."

"Graham loves Richard more."

"Richard wants more sex."

"Richard is a filthy-"

"Are you about to call me a filthy whore?"

Andy shrugs innocently. "No, I'm about to call you a filthy slut."

"You're a slut," Remington retorts, "can we get another bowl?"

"Of chips? Sure. Where's a waiter?"

"Up your slutty arse."

"Very mature, Richard."

"Well, your maths teacher was up your arse at one point."

Andy hums and smiles. "Well, wasn't he a lucky man, then?"

"Sure was."

"There's someone." He waves the waiter over and asks for another bowl of chips. "I'm being your sugar daddy again."

"What?"

"Buying you chips and jackets and shit."

"Not my fault you're rich."

The older just smiles and Remington returns it because he realises that the last time he felt this content, this calm, this happy was when he first came to the realisation that Andy was his person, his soulmate, his everything.

And right here, right now, everything is perfect.

The end bitches

VV happy to write oneshots for these characters if you wish, just leave suggestions in the comments and I'll publish them in the oneshot book. Now this is done, I can continue with my other stories, so which do you want me to update?

Thanks for reading and all that, I love you!!!!