Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr - "Don't You Dare Throw That Snowba-Goddamit!"
“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” Charles spat out some snow.
Erik gave him an innocent look.
“You know,” Charles said, dropping down to his knees to collect snow into a snowball, “I’m beginning to think your whole calm demeanor is a farce.”
Erik slid calmly behind a tree as cover. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Charles grinned as he stood up. “I like this you.”
He chased after Erik, but before he could get close he tripped, falling into the snow.
Erik came to Charles’ side. “Are you okay, Charles?”
Charles reached up and wiped snow across Erik’s face. “Quite.”
Erik captured his hand and kissed the back of it. “You’re supposed to be the ‘leader of mutantkind’.” He was quoting a recent newspaper article that they had laughed at together.
“You’re supposed to be a hardened killer.” Charles said, pulling himself up to a sitting position. “Guess we’re both liars.”
Erik smiled and leant in, kissing his frostbitten lips. “The very worst liars,” he confirmed.