Summary: Just a fluffy, flirty outing, in which Kenji tries to convince Sutton to like winter a little more.
“You know I hate winter, right?”
Sutton glances out the window, reluctant to step foot outside. They’ve been dumped with snow the past two days. It’s cold. It’s windy. She’s tired of her feet feeling numb, and the air being so cold it’s almost painful, and people who either drive like maniacs or like they’ve never seen snow a day in their life.
It’s Saturday morning, and all she wants to do is stay inside, curled up with a blanket and coffee and preferably also Kenji, but he’s insistent that he has something to show her.
“Yes, Sutton, you’ve mentioned that. A few hundred times,” Kenji smirks, nudging her towards the door of his apartment.
“Because I really, really hate winter,” Sutton says pleadingly, but she eventually relents and follows him outside and into his car.
They drive for almost an hour, but he refuses to tell her where they’re going until they reach the edge of a tiny town she knows by name but has never been to. Kenji pulls into a large open lot, a hand painted sign announcing a snowman building contest.
Sutton gives him a look as they step out of the car.
“Kenji,” she says pointedly.
“Just trust me,” Kenji says, taking her gloved hand in his. “You’ll love this.”
He buys her apple cider that’s admittedly delicious, and they wander through the lot, full of various snow creations. She’s cold, but Kenji’s hand is warm as he holds hers, and he looks so happy, almost giddy, that she soon almost forgets how much she hates being cold. The snow crunches underneath their feet as they walk, Kenji pointing to various snowmen, some of them she’ll admit are cute, and some that make them both fight to keep from laughing. When they near the end, Kenji pulls her to a stop, and Sutton suddenly realizes why he brought her here as she starts smiling.
“Oh my god,” she says, looking at the creations before them in delight.
Kenji grins, tucking her against his side and dropping a kiss on her temple. “I told you.”
It’s them (well, Talos and Luna Phoenix), standing together with a snow version of Minuet. They’re incredibly detailed and intricate, Talos spray painted a bronze color and wearing his trademark smirk, Minuet’s snowy hand held out in front of her as if slowing time, Luna Phoenix’s suit sprayed black, her mask in place. She looks determined, Sutton decides, and it makes her smile even more. Kenji insists on taking a photo with their snowy selves, making a comment about how popular he is, and how good his abs look even when made out of snow. Sutton rolls her eyes, laughing and elbowing him lightly in the side.
“Hey!” he protests. “Snow Sutton is pretty damn cute too. But not as cute as the real Sutton, of course.”
Kenji grins at her cheekily.
“Yeah, yeah, Katsaros,” she retorts.
Sutton leans in, pressing her lips to his, smiling into his kiss as he wraps his arms around her.
“Okay, I’ll admit this was fun,” she says after a minute. “But it’s freezing. Can we head back now?”
A shiver rocks through her, her teeth chattering slightly, and Kenji wraps his arms more tightly around her, running his hands up and down the back of her coat. “I have one more thing to show you. But we can stay in the car.”
Once the car is warm, he drives her to a lookout. There’s no one else there but them, the sun just starting to sink below the skyline.
“Really, Kenji?” Sutton smirks. “Did you drive me to some make-out spot? You know you’ve already gotten in my pants.”
Kenji chuckles. “No, darling, I didn’t bring you here to ‘get in your pants’. Look.”
He gestures out the window, and Sutton’s breath catches. “Oh,” she says softly.
They have a perfect view of the valley, the snow-dusted pine trees, the partially frozen river winding steadily through the trees. The pink-orange glow of the setting sun glints off the snow, and Sutton can’t help but stare at the picturesque scenery. As the sun dips lower, she turns to Kenji, gripping his collar and pulling him towards her.
He grins, his eyes crinkling. “Really, Sutton? Are you trying to make out with me?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.
Sutton shrugs. “Yes.”
Kenji runs his hand into her hair, kissing her deeply.
“Mmm,” she sighs, leaning in closer.
His other hand has buried itself in her hair, and Sutton’s half-considering straddling him in the driver’s seat, steering wheel and the tight squeeze be damned, when the gear shift suddenly jabs into her stomach.
She yelps and jerks back, rubbing at the spot as it throbs briefly.
“You know I have a backseat,” Kenji points out.
“It’s cold out,” she grumbles.
“And?”
Before she can say anything else, Kenji has climbed easily into the backseat, and looks at her in amusement while she stares at him.
“What are you, a gymnast?”
Kenji grins. “You know I’m flexible, darling.”
“Oh, I know,” she says, flushing slightly as she remembers some of the times he’s put that flexibility to use.
Judging by the look on his face, he’s thinking about the same thing. Sutton shrugs out of her coat and clambers between the seats, Kenji pulling her on to his lap. She presses her hips into his, delighting in the way he groans her name and kisses her desperately. She doesn’t even care that they’re making out in the backseat of his car like two teenagers, because it feels so damn good as his fingers glide under the back of her shirt and she rocks against him.
Sutton sighs as he kisses down her neck, tilting her head to the side and closing her eyes. She likes letting him take control like this sometimes, just being in the moment and letting him focus on making her feel good. He nips at her neck, sucking lightly at her skin, then stops suddenly.
“Kenji,” Sutton whines, opening her eyes again slowly.
“Have I changed your mind about winter?” he asks, his voice slightly hoarse as she purposely rolls her hips against his.
“What?” she asks with mild annoyance, rolling her hips again.
Kenji grabs her hips, squeezing tightly. “Do you still hate winter?”
“Kenji,” she groans, sitting back.
“This is a very important question,” he insists, a smirk spreading across his face when she glares at him.
“I like it a tiny bit more,” she allows, and Kenji grins triumphantly, releasing her hips and threading his hands back in her hair. “Something else I’ve persuaded you on,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over hers.
Sutton narrows her eyes as she kisses him back. “You still haven’t won the tea being better than coffee argument,” she reminds him.
Kenji chuckles and shakes his head, nudging her to lay down across the seat. “Oh, I will, darling,” he breathes in her ear, his fingers warm and teasing as he trails them across her stomach. “Just you wait.”