Arthur woke up and found that he was plastered to Eames' warm side.

"Good morning," he said, smiling brightly. "It's Christmas."

"Morning, sweetheart. Happy Christmas," Eames said. He gave Arthur a kiss on the top of his head, which gave him an even brighter smile.

"This is my favourite time of year!" Arthur said, snuggling more up against Eames.

"Well, I'm afraid we're going to be snowed in, darling. Look." The forger turned up the volume on the TV across the room.

The brunette news reporter was standing in front of what looked like the Eiffel Tower, but no one could tell for sure with all the snow flying everywhere. There was at least eight feet of snow covering the ground all over Paris.

"Then, what are we going to do?" Arthur asked, sitting up.

"Well, obviously we're spending it here."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I know that, but what are we going to have for dinner? I didn't exactly stock up on food…"

Eames shrugged. "'S alright, love…we'll just have an untraditional Christmas. Why don't you call Ari to tell her we can't make it, this year."

Arthur rolled to the other side of the bed and picked up the phone. "Hello, Ari, merry Christmas!" Arthur said.

"Hey Arthur! Merry Christmas to you and Eames too. Can you guys still make it? I mean, with all the snow," she said, sounding relatively cheery. There was a lot of noise in the background, so Arthur figured she must either be at the airport, or a party.

"I'm afraid not. But we could get together some other time, maybe for New Year's?" Arthur suggested.

"That sounds great! I have to go, Arthur, my brother's plane just landed. Merry Christmas and bye!" she said, hanging up.

"She understands, but what should we do now? We have all day till Christmas dinner, and I usually opened presents at night…" Arthur trailed off.

There was a small pause where all you could hear was the wind blowing heavily outside against the window frame.

"I really don't know, darling. What do you want to do?" They went on for a while, mostly of 'what do you want to do?' 'I don't know, what do you want to do?' That sort of thing.

Finally, Arthur got up and decided to put on a movie. 'Shaun of the Dead' played in the background as Eames challenged Arthur to thumb wrestling. (He beat Arthur most of the time.)

"Alright, Mr.-I-rock-at-everything. Let's do the Wii. I challenge you to a race on Mario Karts," Arthur said, slightly ticked off.

"I gladly accept. I know I'll beat you," Eames replied, haughtily. They turned off the movie, and turned on the Wii.

Eames beat Arthur at the first race. And the second. And the third. Finally at the fourth race, Arthur managed to snag first, but he was still in second as far as points went.

"Haha!" Eames laughed, pointing at the point man with his steering wheel. Arthur's eye twitched. "Darling, don't be upset, it's only a game." He kissed Arthur's cheek, sensing that he wasn't happy.

"Let's race again, I'm going to beat you!" Arthur insisted, pressing 'next race' on the screen.

Before they knew it, it was almost dinnertime. And Arthur finally beat Eames. ("Ha! In your face!" "I let you win, darling. It is Christmas, after all.")

"Why is it so damn cold?" Arthur asked, shivering as they walked out into the kitchen.

"The heat's now working. Thermostat says it's forty three degrees Farenheit. Shall I go grab some sweaters?"

"Yes please. I'll start on making some kind of food. Quesadillas maybe?"

Eames nodded as he tossed Arthur an awful Christmas sweater and pulled his on over his head.

They munched on their quesadillas, bragging about how they beat one another numerous times.

"You did not let me win. I won fair and square," Arthur said, sounding like a little kid.

"I did too! We sound like children…Can we open presents now?" Eames asked anxiously.

"After you finish your food," Arthur said.

Eames sighed, sinking down in his chair. "Now?"

"No, finish your quesadilla, you only have a bite left." Arthur popped the last bite of his into his mouth.

"Ugh!" groaned the forger. He can be so juvenile sometimes, Arthur thought, rolling his eyes. But Eames finished his food, begrudgingly.

"Okay, time for presents!" Arthur said, clearing their plates. Eames scurried back to their room to grab a big box from under the bed. It's been there the whole time? Arthur thought.

He reached up on his tiptoes to pull a box slightly bigger from the top of the fridge.

"Merry Christmas," they said, passing each other their gifts. They sat back down at the kitchen table.

"An Armani suit!" Eames exclaimed smiling.

"An orange paisley shirt," Arthur said, with about as much enthusiasm as a child at a funeral.

Eames smiled at him. "I'll wear mine if you wear yours," Arthur said.

"Alright, love. Now I have my actual present for you right here." Eames pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. He took Arthur's left hand in his, and Arthur could hear his own heartbeat.

"Arthur James Hansen, I love you more than anything in the world." He paused to open the box, revealing a single, thin silver ring.

"Will you marry me?"

Arthur didn't even think about hesitating. "Yes," he breathed.

Eames let out a huge breath and slipped the ring onto Arthur's thin finger. Arthur pulled him into a huge hug and kiss.

"I love you too, Mr. Eames," he said.

"Are you still cold, love?" Eames asked. The point man nodded. "I know a way to warm both of us up, no Armani or paisley required." Eames winked.

Well there you have it. Sorry it's been a few days. The holidays have been pretty hectic and I've been sick. :P I don't own these lovely boys or Nintendo, or Shaun of the Dead. :(

Thanks for reading and Happy Holidays! :D