"Iie!!!" Makishima cried out in his native tongue as he was pulled down into the drift on top of Reno. He was grateful his jacket kept most of the cold out and the way Reno nuzzled against his ear was a suitable distraction from really being mad at him.

He made a distressed noise, pouting over his shoulder at Reno. "These coats are dry clean only you know." Not that he really cared. The price to clean a coat wasn't so great that he'd pass up being in Reno's arms. The sappy thought made him blush and he shook his head lightly, turning so that he could catch Reno's lips with is own to show he didn't really care at all.

He hadn't kissed Reno since the day they'd met and he'd almost forgotten how nice it had felt to kiss those soft lips.