Cold.

That was what Buttercup became painfully aware of as she drifted back in to consciousness. She'd been having the weirdest dream about standing neck-deep in shaved ice…and awoke to find that the blanket had been snatched away. She glanced upwards, squinting against the moonlight. Outside, glistening on the rooftops, was the new fallen snow that might have been very pretty to look at if Buttercup wasn't so tired, freezing and without proper coverage. Irately, she turned over to glare at the culprits.

The blanket was scrunched up and covering the bodies of her sisters, to the point where they were drowning in it-she could just barely see the top of Blossom's head from where she lay, and even then it was mostly her long hair draped about the pillow. Bubbles was buried somewhere underneath pastel fleece, and was probably warm and peacefully drifting through La-la land. It was a state Buttercup desperately wanted to return to, and promptly decided she would do so.

With a hard yank, she pulled the bright green portion of the blanket (and as much of the pink as she could) over herself and attempted to sleep once more. Her eyelids fluttered, and she could feel sleep overtaking her when she was jolted back by a heavy weight suddenly planting itself on top of her.

She grumbled, and opened one eye. Not that she could see anything past the orange-ish, brownish red color that flooded her vision.

"Whuh…wha?" she moaned sleepily. Had she been fully awake it probably would have come out as something more threatening, but Blossom was too far gone to hear it. To make matters worse, her arms were wrapped around Buttercup's neck in a super-powered vice, effectively putting a stop in any counter attacks she might have devised. Grouse and struggle as she might, either Blossom was too good at pinning her or she was too tired to fight it for very long.

A long sigh of resignation escaped her lips. She dreaded the explanation that would follow that morning-as much as she dreaded any implication of tenderness on her part. Exhausted, she finally slipped into a mumbling snore as she fell asleep again.

It was only when she was completely sure that Buttercup was asleep that Blossom slit an eye open and glanced warily downwards, before dropping them shut and snuggling closer.

(I have never written a story before that used the word "snuggling"…huh. Anyway, hope you enjoyed my rudimentary attempt at a fluff piece.)