For a reason I choose not to reveal, I am going to be writing 31 Contestshipping fics, all before the month of December. That's a lot of work for me, and much enjoyment for you. Well, here we go!

NOTE: Okay, this story is going to be EXTREMELY short, so here's a little request from me to you, the reader: in a review or something, let me know if you felt like it was too short, or if you felt the length was perfect.

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Pokémon in any way, shape, or form, nor do I earn any form of money or currency for writing and posting this.

Dedication: Each of these fics are all dedicated to the same person, who I choose to keep anonymous.


Cold Hands


"My hands are FREEZING!"

Next to her, Drew smirked as he watched May blow hot air into her hands before rubbing them together in an attempt to retain feeling in them. "Well, I told you to get your gloves, didn't I?"

May glared at him. "Well, how come you didn't get my gloves for me, mister?"

Drew just showcased his trademark smug grin with closed eyes. "Well, I figured you had actually listened to me and remembered to get them."

The brunette pouted, her eyes sinking to meet his hands. "Well, you remembered to get your own gloves, huh?"

"Naturally."

"And you're not going to lend them to me?"

"In this cold weather? Get real."

"Jerk," May muttered under her breath, resuming warming her hands with her breath.

While she wasn't looking, Drew latched his gaze on his girlfriend. A handful of snowflakes had landed in her hair, and decorated much of her jacket. The winter season of Petalburg City had arrived in full force. The cold had reddened her face, and the sight had a similar effect on Drew. Despite his crass attitude, he cared for May, and seeing her hands shiver tugged at his lips unnervingly. He looked down at his gloves. He actually had considered letting her wear them, but he wasn't willing to part with them so easily.

Then, an idea.

"Here, May."

Her ears perking at his voice, she turned her head to the left and watched as Drew removed his right glove, handing it to her. Confused, she accepted it, slipping it on. The lingering heat was bliss to her, but her bare left hand was still a predicament. "Um, what about my-"

Before she could finish her statement, he took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. May's breath was lodged in her chest, her heart fluttering gently. His face was focused straight forward, his face expressionless, but there was no hiding the redness in his cheeks. He didn't say a word, but his grip tightened.

May smiled, before moving closer and resting her head on his shoulder. Hand in hand, the two continued on their stroll through the snow-covered town, the cold being the last thing on their minds.

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I know, it's incredibly short. The idea is still good, though, right?