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Remy La Croix parked his snow mobile in front of Jackie's Diner, cutting the engine. He smiled catching sight of the decorations in the windows, while getting off his machine, and tucking his helmet under his arm. Jackie always went over the top whenever a holiday came around, Valentine's being no exception. Small metallic cupids graced the corner windows and hand-cut paper hearts lined the largest of the glass displays.

"Hey Sheriff," Le Roy called Remy out of his thoughts.

"Le Roy what in the hell are you doing over here tonight? You aren't sneaking out on that pretty little wife of yours are you?" Remy smirked, knowing full well Deputy Le Roy Hudson was as devoted to Georgia as the snow was to winter.

Le Roy rolled his large brown eyes, tucking a stray gold hair under his hood, "Gia sent me for some of Jackie's red velvet cake, said it wouldn't be a good night for me without it. And I will be having a good night, you feel me?"

Both men laughed hard, their breath smoking in the winter air. Remy giving the larger man a slap on the back, "Yeah I feel ya big guy."

"You got any plans tonight? Is there a special someone waiting at home?" Le Roy elbowed Remy in the side with waggled brows. Remy kept his smile plastered on, hiding the slight tug of loneliness inside.

"Nah, I wouldn't be having dinner here if I had some hot guy waiting for me at home," He winked, leading Le Roy out of the frigid outdoors and into the sweltering heat of the diner, with a chime of the front door.

"Well I'll keep my eyes peeled for ya..." Le Roy bellowed with a chuckle.

"Thanks buddy, but I think I'll do my own scouting," Remy chuckled. No way in hell was he having his straight married deputy trying to find him a husband.

Remy moved out the way for a couple trying to squeeze past them. The place was packed tonight, every red vinyl booth filled, and all the barstools taken by laughing, happy customers. He kept his frown from getting the best of him, grabbing a menu from the busy hostesses stand to look at take-out options.

"Aw hell," Le Roy muttered behind him, "Gia is gonna pitch a fit if she don't get that damn cake. From the looks of it, we'll be awhile." He plopped into a small chair next to Remy with a grunt, causing an audible groan from the plastic under his much larger ass.

Remy smiled, patting the big guy's shoulder, "Jackie will put her daughter on the cake priority list for sure."

"I hope so Remy, cause if she don't...Well I don't need to tell you..." Le Roy laid his massive body against the back of the chair in thought.

The Sheriff gave his deputy a knowing smile, turning to focus on the scene before him. The chime of the bell on the front door, the smell of fresh coffee, and the chatter of hungry people made him feel a little less alone. That's why he always ate at Jackie's. It was warm, inviting, and better than eating another dinner for one in front of the television.

He pulled his fur trimmed hood back when he caught sight of Jackie approaching. Her charcoal hair was tied up in a bun and her blue eyes sparkled like it was her sixteenth birthday. Jackie's thick cable knit sweater was patterned with red hearts, making Remy smile. The woman always did know how to dress for the occasion.

"How's my handsome Sheriff this evening?" The petite woman perched onto her tip toes, giving the sheriff a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm alright Miss J, how about yourself?" Remy's green eyes smiled.

"Oh my stars, tonight has been wonderful! Got this new k** working the back, and Lord is he a God send. Just came in yesterday looking for a job. I had no idea he was that good. Oh speaking of..." Jackie excitedly pulled a box from behind the hostess station.

The pink dessert box was wrapped with a red taffeta bow and Jackie held it out to Le Roy, "Chris made it special for you guys."

"Red velvet?" Le Roy eyed the box skeptically, knowing the consequences if it wasn't.

"Oh please c***d, like it would be anything else. Now take it and get, Gia isn't gonna wait all night," She shoved the box into his eager hands, giving him a kiss with a good squeeze around the waist.

"Thanks Mama J. I owe you one." Le Roy kissed her forehead, "Later boss." He winked at Remy and moved out the door like the place was ablaze.

"That boy...I swear..." Jackie shook her head with a smile. "Now where are we gonna put you?" Jackie peered around the diner, scouting for a free seat in which to put her favorite customer.

"Nah, Miss J, it's alright. I'll just get something to go, place is too packed to sit anywhere," Remy tried and was given a scowl.

"Nonsense, I think I know where you can put that butt of yours," She smiled, "Follow me..."

With no other choice, as Miss J didn't take no for an answer, Remy followed behind Jackie, nodding to folks he knew as he passed them. His brows went up as Jackie came to a stop in front of a booth. Sitting there was a man so engrossed over his phone, that he had not a care in the world that two people were standing there staring at him openly.

Remy didn't want him to look up either. He too was engrossed, but not over a phone. The man before him was as beautiful as they came. He was a little clean cut for Remy's normal tastes, but he had something about him, that was just too good to look away. The stranger was slender, but not skinny, having obvious muscles working under his grey thermal tee. His hair was cut shorter, with a little length on top and shaded a sandy brown. Darker brows gave way to a profile of darker brown eyes, and Remy was lost at the sight before him.

"Excuse me sir?" Jackie cooed in her smoothest tone. The man looked up with a start, shifting his eyes between the two of them.

"Um yes?" He cleared his throat, placing the phone screen down onto the white plastic table.

"I'm Jackie and this is Sheriff Remy La Croix," Jackie gestured at Remy.

"I'm sorry, am I in trouble or something?" He looked at Remy, obviously startled. His voice was like silk across Remy's skin and he shifted to his other foot under the guy's surprised gaze.

"Oh heaven's no c***d. I'm so sorry to bother you, but seeing as we have a full house and you have this big ole' booth to yourself...Well I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing with the Sheriff here. He don't bite, I promise," Jackie smiled sweetly and the man looked Remy over once more.

Remy stayed perfectly still as the man in the booth raked his gaze over his body. Did he like what he saw, Remy thought, God he hoped so.

"Sure. That's alright," The stranger gestured to the seat across from him and Remy slid into the booth.

"Well that was nice of you honey. Thanks for helping us out there," Jackie gave the man a squeeze on the shoulder.

"No problem." The man smiled and Remy felt his dick harden under his jeans. Where was this coming from? Never had Remy La Croix been attracted to someone so suddenly in his entire life. Maybe it was that smile, with those pearly white teeth, and supple rosy lips that would look amazing wrapped around his....ah shit.

Jackie winked at Remy and went to fetch his usual black coffee. "I'm Finn by the way," The man offered a hand across the table.

"Nice to meet you Finn," Remy returned the hand with his own. A shiver stretched over his skin as they made contact for the first time. Finn's hand was warm, with fingers that fit perfectly into Remy's larger palm.

"Sheriff huh? That's sure to be a big job," Finn smirked, checking his phone once more.

"Not really, this is a small town and folks keep quiet most of the time," Remy managed, his sweaty palms gripping his thighs. "Uh, so what do you do Finn?"

"Nothing at the moment, I just moved here from Chicago," He replied never looking away from his device.

"That's quite a change. Why in the hell did you come to Bermont?" Remy leaned forward, his head starting to speculate the many possibilities to Finn's true identity. As a cop, it was always in his experience that when people didn't look you in the eye and offered evasive answers...something was not right.

Finn looked up this time and Remy saw something close to sadness flicker behind those chocolate eyes. "My grandmother passed away a little over a month ago. She left me her cottage over on Green's Road and I figured it was time for a change anyways. So here I am," He murmured. Remy felt his heartstrings tugged.

"I'm real sorry Finn. I didn't mean to upset you." Remy offered and Finn smiled slightly.

"No, it's okay. It's just a little fresh that's all. Maybe you knew her? Maiva Caldwell?"

"Ah she was your Gran Mama? That woman made the best lemon bars in the entire universe," Remy smiled. "I used to take her to church when the snow got too bad. No way was she about to drive with her vision being like it was."

"That was nice of you," Finn was staring directly into Remy's eyes. There was a connection here, Remy thought. A spine tingling one if you asked him.

"It was nothing. She helped me out once in a while too. I mean that's what small towns are for, helping each other out," Remy drawled, trying to get past the duel pools of milk chocolate looking through him.

Jackie chose that moment to place a cup of coffee in front of the Sherriff, bringing a refill for Finn, "You boys know what you want yet? Or do you need another minute?" She smiled, looking from Remy to Finn, with that meddling twinkle in her eye.

"I'll have the usual Miss J," Remy grinned.

"Boy, I swear to the heavens above...one day you will turn into a chicken pot pie," Jackie laughed, clapping her paper pad against her thigh.

"Is it that good?" Finn looked at Remy curiously, a killer smile gracing his lips.

"Hell yea," Remy grinned, wanting nothing more than to rub his self all over that grinning body.

"I'll have the same then, oh and thanks for the refill," Finn nodded.

"Nothing to it baby, I'll be back in a jiff," Jackie winked, disappearing swiftly into the crowd of people.

The two men sat in silence for a few moments. Remy played with the edge of his napkin, twirling the ends between his fingers, and trying to come up with something to say. He glanced through his lashes, watching Finn play on his phone once more and feeling like he was more of a nuisance to the man than anything.

"So, um what did you do back in Chicago?" Remy looked up, attempting to make the first move.

Finn glanced at Remy with a distracted expression, "Sorry what?"

"Must be real important, whatever's on there," The Sheriff pointed to the phone, making Finn squirm.

"Are you always this nosy?" Finn cocked a brow.

~~~ In the Kitchen~~~

"Orders up," The newest cook shouted, pushing another jiffy ready meal through the window.

Chris grinned at the dishwasher, who had been watching him all night long. Guess the guy had never seen real skills in the kitchen before. Chris shook his head and started mixing up batter in a large ceramic bowl. It had been a while since he'd graced one of these rural small towns with his presence, making his work tonight feel all the more special.

'Chris' as he was known during his day jobs, was not really all that met the eye. No, his curly blonde locks and big blue eyes had another identity entirely. He started to hum as set down the batter and started to stir a pot of chili on the burner, feeling those eyes on his back yet again.

"Hey Don, why don't you take ten, those dishes can wait a few minutes. Take a break man," Chris called over his shoulder, already knowing about a beautiful red headed woman out back just waiting for company.

"Uh, yeah...that sounds good," Don replied gently, picking up a pack of smokes from the top shelf.

Chris heard the other man walk towards the back, muttering 'something strange about that guy' under his breath. Don had no idea, Chris grinned. The blonde set to work again, snatching another paper slip from the window, and pulling two already made pot pies from the fridge, to set them in the preheated oven.

He smiled as he closed his eyes, feeling for the people they belonged to. Images came to his head, and he chuckled as he found yet another perfect match. This is why he loved small towns. So much love in the air, it made his job real easy.

~~~Finn~~~

Finn was so nervous sitting across from the Sherriff. So much so, he felt the sweat building over his skin. In all his days, never had he seen a more beautiful man. Remy was taller, bigger, and more handsome than his normal taste, but there was something about him that pulled Finn to him.

He concentrated on his phone to make his body calm a little, but the images on the screen were more upsetting than calming. Joel's smiling face looked back at him, mocking Finn none too subtly. Next to his ex-boyfriend was Joel's new fiancé Jacob, the Latin God he had met at the gym. The happy couple was pictured holding each other in front of a stunning tropical backdrop and Finn was on the verge of tears. He took a deep breath remembering that night.

He was so excited, the candles were lit, and a soft jazz cd was on in the background. Finn fluffed another pillow and with a giggle straightened the silly little cupid centerpiece on the table. He had worked all day cooking and cleaning, so that when Joel got home he would be in for one hell of a surprise.

Finn glanced at the clock, biting his lip because Joel would be home any minute. He looked in the mirror one more time and chuckled. The little cupid outfit that he had bought at the sex shop downtown looked good on his slight figure, the small loin cloth fitting perfectly, and hanging sensually off his hips. Finn adjusted the little wings on his back and rubbed in some more oil over his chest. Joel would not be able to resist him. It had been a while since they had been together and Finn was almost to the point of begging, but he had a feeling that tonight Joel would be more than up for it.

He gasped in delight as keys could be heard in the lock and the door opened. Finn raised a brow from his hiding spot behind the corner as Joel left his coat on and looked from side to side before shutting the door. Joel always took his coat off and tossed his keys on the side table when he got home. Finn also noticed, furrowing his brow, that Joel wasn't wearing his usual scrubs. Joel was always so tired after wor,k that he never even bothered changing before he left the hospital.

His suspicious thoughts continued as Joel walked over to the set up table and groaned, shaking his head, and blowing out the candles. Finn's heart started to race and he wanted to just cry right there. Joel wasn't even going to give him a chance tonight, leaving him high and dry once again. A tear slipped down his cheek as he saw his boyfriend go to the front coat closet and pull out a rolling suitcase.

Finn couldn't take it anymore, something was wrong, very wrong, "Joel?" He stepped out from the shelter of the wall, forgetting about his sultry outfit.

Joel's eyes widened, looking him up and down, before sighing and clutching the suitcase closer to his person, "I was going to leave you a voicemail. I had hoped to avoid all of this," His tone was flat and dry.

"Avoid what exactly?" Finn quivered and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Just listen to me Finn," Joel rubbed his face with his free hand, "Things between us aren't great. You and I both know that and it's come to the point where we're drifting apart, going our separate ways."

"Joel you can't be serious. I try to be with you every night and you're too tired or not up for it or some other excuse. As for going separate ways, what are you talking about? I always do what you want to do or hang out with your friends. I support your career, I moved in with you, and now I don't understand where this is coming from," Finn started to cry. Joel made no move to comfort him.

"Maybe what I should have said is that I'm going down a different road, a road that doesn't include you," Joel looked him straight on, his voice even, void of emotion. Finn's mouth gaped open, his eyes were wet, and he sputtered for a response. Joel was leaving him.

"I've met someone else and it feels right. I'm sorry about all this Finn, but I just can't live a lie anymore, I love him and I have for some time now. I wish that you wouldn't have been here, so this would've been easier on both of us, but what's done is done. I wish you the best Finn, I really do." He started towards the door; the sound of his suitcase against the hardwood was like a knife ripping into Finn's gut.

"Why?" Finn sobbed.

"Because he's who I'm meant to be with. You should really focus on finding someone who loves you like he loves me," Joel flicked his green eyes to Finn one last time, "My sister will be here on Tuesday to grab my things and give you the key." Joel looked over the condo one more time, "Good bye Finn."

With that, he rolled his suitcase out the door and shut it behind him. Finn couldn't speak, move, or think, he was in shock. The numb feeling waned and the anger rose. Finn wiped his tears on the back of his hand and ripped the wings from his back with a scream. He continued by throwing everything on the beautifully set table across the room, reveling in the shatter of glass, and the ruins of his cooking.

He came upon the silly cupid centerpiece and spent the next hour, ripping it into teeny tiny pieces.

Finn shivered and irritably glanced at the familiar cupid that was taped to the wall next to him. It had all become too much after that night, living in the big city, and being so alone with only his sick Mother to provide him with any encouragement. So when the lawyer had produced Gran's will to Finn, granting him full ownership of the cottage, he jumped at the chance for a new life. Now here he sat, in a room full of happy couples, on the day he hated the most, mourning all over again.

A mumble came from the man across from him, startling him from his darkened thoughts, "Sorry what?"

"Must be real important, whatever's on there," Remy pointed to his phone.

"Are you always this nosy?" Finn shot back, trying to hide his overwhelming urge to confess his depression to this stranger, too anyone.

"I'm a cop. It's what I do..." Remy chuckled, obviously not deterred by Finn's blatant attitude.

Finn studied the man before him, taking in the clear green eyes, and dark stubble around his jaw. Remy's messy black hair ran to his chin in a rugged back woods male kind of way, and it suited him, furthering Finn's strange attraction to the man. Finn couldn't help but run his eyes over full lips as they parted, taking in a sip of coffee. The Sheriff's tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip, placing his cup back on the table.

This man was sex personified, and Finn shifted in his seat, discretely adjusting his bulge. He hadn't been in this town five minutes, and here he was lusting after the town's lone ranger, who was most likely straight and had a hot girlfriend waiting for him at home. Then again, why would an attached man be out dining solo on Valentine's Day?

"Right," Finn finally replied, noticing the grin on Remy's face. Was he gay, or was he just being nice, Finn wondered.

"You hear about the storm coming in tonight?" Remy asked casually and Finn watched his lips move once more.

"Uh huh," He managed then cleared his throat, averting his eyes to his own coffee, not knowing anything about a storm.

"Gonna be something brutal. You got the heat turned up in that place yet? Don't want you to freeze on your first night here," The Sheriff replied.

"How did you know this was my first night?" Finn asked curiously.

"For starters, if it wasn't, you'd be wearing something a little warmer," Remy gestured to the leather jacket next to Finn, "Secondly, no one who has been to Jackie's more than once wears a frown like that. Lastly, I noticed all the folks looking and whispering your way, meaning their curious. You don't last twenty four hours without playing twenty questions with the locals. If they knew ya, they wouldn't be so interested."



❤ part 2 ❤


"Makes sense I guess," Finn looked around, finally noticing the stares and muted conversations directed his way.

"So why the frown, you look like someone rained inside your living room," Remy studied him.

Finn could blame it on his Gran's passing, but they would find out the truth eventually. This was a small town after all. What could it hurt to tell?

Finn took a deep breath, "It's just one of those days I try not to remember."

"How in the world is Valentine's a bad day? I mean look around you...all these people smiling and having a good time. I only wish I had someone to share it with like that," Remy had a far off look in his eye that made Finn feel like sighing.

"Well for some of us, it's rotten. Nothing more than a Hallmark nightmare," Finn countered, causing Remy to frown.

"Oh come on. Don't you feel the love?" Remy teased, taking a sip of his coffee.

Dreamboat was starting to irritate Finn. Why did everyone just love this damned day?

"When you spent all day cooking a meal for your boyfriend, only to have him come home, and break it off with you for another guy, it kind of ruins it," Finn blurted and sat back in awe that he had really just said that.

Remy slowed his smile, setting down his coffee, with pity looming behind his eyes.

"I guess it would huh?" The big man murmured, looking down at the table, "I'm sorry Finn. I didn't mean to make ya angry."

Remy looked like a sad puppy while he fidgeted with the napkin again. Never once did he mention the fact that Finn's ex had been a 'he'. That was a start, Finn thought...at least the guy wasn't a homophobe.

"So you see, I have no fondness for this day, nor will I the next year. You can dangle the little hearts and roses in my face all you want, but it won't change my opinion on the matter," Finn sat back in the booth, crossing his arms.

He felt like a complete ass guarding himself from Remy, but he had no idea what this man's intentions or status was, so he kept up the dwindling front. Normally, Finn was an easy going and caring individual, but today brought out the worst in him, and he felt pity that Remy had to endure his dark side.

"Hey man, it's alright, I completely understand. You've had a rough go of it, what with your Gran and an ex to boot. That's rough. I wouldn't care for today either if I were you," Remy smiled gently.

If Finn was standing, his knees would have given out over the lopsided grin from the man across the way. He understood? That was a first. Normally people thought him a crazy person for hating the holiday of love, but Remy wasn't normal he guessed. Finn could already tell Remy cared for others; he loved his town, and had a way of making Finn's cock throb. He wished Remy were gay with all his heart, because he was already perfect to Finn.

Wait! Perfect? Where did that come from? Finn felt like he was tripping acid, feeling anything more than curiosity was insane.

"Uh thanks. So about this storm..." Finn tried to change the subject away from his frigid love life.

"Oh yeah, we're supposed to be getting a hell of a blizzard tonight. Wouldn't be surprised if I'm on dig out detail tomorrow," Remy laughed easily, putting Finn into a calmer state.

"Dig out detail?" Finn chuckled.

"Yeah, we go around and check to make sure folks aren't stuck inside their own homes. Sometimes the snow piles up so fierce, you gotta dig em out."

"Holy shit," Finn muttered, blushing at his own exclamation. "Sorry, I meant that's crazy."

"No worries city boy. We do tend to swear out here now and again," Remy grinned wildly.

"I'm a city boy huh?" Finn bit his lip for a second. "Well maybe you're right on that one. I mean I know about snow, but not like this. Oh hell, what if I get snowed in?" He started to panic at the thought.

"Calm down, if you like I can make sure your place is set up, before you turn in for the night," Remy replied, nervously tapping against the side of his mug.

"Um..."Finn wasn't sure what to say. Actually it was more like he didn't know what he would do with the sexy Sheriff in his house, "Sure."

Finn raised his dark brows at his own reply. Oh great, if he wasn't nervous and aroused before...

"Yeah?" Remy looked up for some kind of reassurance. Finn was surprised to see Remy looking as nervous as he felt.

Jackie swept towards them, holding two steaming plates of pot pie in her hands, "Here we are boys. Best pot pie in the whole damn world." She winked and blew a stray hair from her face.

Finn took one whiff of his plate and felt like he had found home. Without waiting for Remy to dig in, he picked up his fork, breaking open the crisp golden crust. A delicious aroma hit his nose and he shuddered, narrowing his eyes in hunger, not at his food, but at the Sheriff.

~~~In the Kitchen~~~

Chris pulled a batch of gooey brownies from the oven and Don was in the corner with a dreamy smile on his face, a smear of pink lipstick on his cheek. The golden blonde took the tray over to the free counter space to let the sweets cool.

Don stopped what he was doing, sniffing the air in Chris' direction, "Damn that smells good."

"You want one?" Chris turned with a cheeky smile. "I bet we could set Kara one aside too."

"Ah man. Kara deserves a whole plate of those brownies," Don sighed.

"Oh really?" Chris beamed, "I bet I could arrange that. You guys could take a batch home after work."

After planting the spark in the couple's thoughts, the food sealed the deal. Chris was not one to mess with fate, never starting something that wasn't already there. The couples were always meant to be, they just needed a little push towards each other. Soul mates deserved to be found, and Chris was always happy to help.

"You think she would take me home?" Don gaped, but excitement was in his dark eyes.

"Take her a dozen of these and I have no doubt my friend," The cook returned.

"Ah thanks man, I owe you one," Don smiled and started humming along with the radio, going back to the dishes.

"You don't owe me a thing," Chris whispered, piling the brownies into a pink box.

He could feel a strong connection taking place in the dining area and grinned, Gods he loved his job.

~~~Remy~~~

Remy watched Jackie leave the table, turning back to see Finn staring at him. The man's dark eyes were heated and full of hunger. Remy had to clear his throat, shift in his seat, and take a sip of coffee to avoid looking back into those dangerous eyes. His stomach beckoned for the food before him, so he broke open the delicious pie.

The second the smell reached his nostrils, he was a goner. The aroma did something to his body that he had never felt before. Remy's eyes shifted towards Finn, r****g the city boy's very soul to the core with his stare. Remy shivered at the intensity their connection presented, all of his control slipping away.

He watched as Finn brought a bite of pie to his lips, slowly blowing on the food, his gaze never leaving Remy's eyes. The newcomer slipped the bite in between his lips, pulling the fork from his mouth at an agonizing pace. Finn's tongue licked the fork like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, causing Remy to picture the guy's tongue licking his...

Remy's breath left him in a shudder. This was coming along too quickly. Maybe this was all his imagination. No way would this guy be coming onto him, he was heartbroken and alone, no way would Finn be so trusting so quickly.

To keep his mouth from saying something stupid, he forced a bite of pie inside his mouth. The taste made him close his eyes with a small groan. He had eaten Jackie's pot pie at least three times a week for the past month, and never had it tasted this good. It felt like coming home with a single bite, and Remy let the wonderful taste roll around his tongue.

"Remy?" He heard a husky voice ask, forcing his eyes to open. That voice made his heart do back flips, his name like a poem from Finn's lips. He wanted to reach across the table and slam Finn's lean muscled back against the surface, taking him right here, for the entire world to see.

"Yeah?" Remy managed.

"Are you alright?" Finn looked worried, but Remy just smiled.

"All good," The Sheriff braced his hand against the table to keep from touching the fingers that were so close.

Finn was about to reply, when Remy's radio went off. The Sheriff grunted, pulling the damned annoyance from his belt to answer.

"Sherriff La Croix, do you copy?" Henrietta's voice came over the line.

Remy pressed the radio, "Go ahead Henny."

"We just received a call from Mason, the highways have just been shut down, with whiteout conditions, and it's heading this way. Sheriff Calhoun wanted to give you a heads up for the barricades, I 98 and 124 are down. They're losing power in the farther out residences and already have their deputies checking the roads. I ain't about to bother Le Roy neither, so who do you want sent out to set 'em up?"

Remy sighed, fate had awful timing. The forecast had predicted the blizzard conditions, but a full on whiteout and highways shutting down was bad news. He was going to have to clear out the diner, to get people home safely in time.

"Call in Briggs and Carrow, tell em to set up the barricades for all four main roads leading out of town. If it's as bad as Mason says, were gonna have to do a lockdown for the night. I'm gonna shut down Jackie's and you call over to the bar and tell Luke to do the same. I want everyone off the roads before this storm hits. Do me one last favor and call J.R. and tell him to send a warning out on the air, some folks tune in this late, and word will get around," Remy replied, wracking his brain for anything he was forgetting.

"Oh and go out and check the gates for the generator and make sure they aren't frozen shut again please. That should do it Henny, thanks doll."

"No problem Sherriff. You stay safe out there and I'll let you know if we got any trouble," The cute old bird's voice returned.

"I will. Night Henny," Remy chuckled, clipping his radio back onto his belt.

"Oh my God, I live out there. If they put up a barricade, how will I get home?" Finn started to panic, causing Remy to smile.

"Don't worry city boy, I won't leave you sleeping in this booth. Besides, you drive yourself all the way back there and you're sure to be stuck until the plows hit you up. That could be a couple of days," The Sheriff assured.

"A couple of days? What am I going to do Remy?" Finn groaned and Remy had the sudden urge to comfort him within his own arms.

"Well you can always stay with me. I'm just up the road, got plenty of room," Remy heard himself say with shock.

~~~~In the Kitchen~~~

The radio above the fridge was detailing the latest weather reports, causing Don to worry, "Oh man, this sucks. We haven't had a storm this bad in years, should probably close down early and get folks home. Oh shit, Kara! I hope she hasn't left yet, the roads are icy and she shouldn't drive that piece of crap in this."

The dark haired man rubbed his eyes with his forearm, throwing the sponge in the sink. Chris looked up from his latest dessert creation with a grin, "Why don't you take off Don, I'll clean up, and you get Kara home. Here..." Chris held up the aforementioned brownies to Don.

"Ah man, thanks so much. I really do owe you one," Don squeezed Chris' shoulder, taking the offered box.

"You owe don't owe me a thing. Happy Valentine's Day Don," Chris winked at the dishwasher.

"You too bro, see ya later," Don murmured dreamily, slipping on his thick parka, before stepping out front.

"There won't be a later Don..." Chris murmured to himself and went back to boxing up the last of the baked goods for the night.

~~~Finn~~~

"You want me to stay with you? I mean not to sound ungrateful or anything, but you don't even know me Remy. I don't think that's such a good idea for either of us," Finn was flabbergasted, broken out of his lustful reverie.

"Boy, you wouldn't know the first thing about camping out in a blizzard. Consider it a simple favor and don't make it out to be anything more than that," Remy replied flatly. Finn noticed the man's eyes shift to the table with a hint of disappointment.

Finn felt like an ass. Here this gorgeous, not to mention compassionate man was, offering him safety from the storm, and he was looking for the first way to escape, by throwing up that damned guard again. He exhaled slowly to try that comment again.

"What I meant was...are you sure that's alright with you?" Finn rephrased and the big Sheriff looked up with a little life back in his eyes.

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Remy's voice came husky.

"Okay then..." Finn whispered feeling like this man owned him suddenly. Remy's deep rumble was soothing to him and his simple presence at the table made Finn forget everything else that bothered him about today.

It felt like a weight had been lifted from him, his Gran, his Mom, and Joel seemed to float away with Remy here. He wasn't sure what would happen tonight, but Finn was sure it would end with Remy.

"Let me go talk things over with Miss J and I'll be back. Sit tight Finn..." Remy winked, the sexy gesture making Finn want to crank his shit right there at the table.

Finn was suddenly alone in the booth with nothing more than his blasted phone. An idea occurred to him as he flicked the silly cupid decoration on the table and grabbed the phone next to him. He didn't know what was coming over him, but it felt right.

Pulling up the photos that he had saved to his downloads, he selected them all, and with a deep breath, hit delete. Every photo of Joel, every photo of Finn and Joel, and every stalker like download of Joel and Jacob, gone. Finn stared at the empty screen that was blinking, anxious for new photos to store, and smiled. It took one rugged cop and a pot pie to do it, but his heart felt cleaner and ready for something new.

Finn took in Remy as he slung an arm around the tiny Miss J, a genuine smile across his lips as he chattered to Jackie and the young hostess. He couldn't find a single fault with this man so far, and every minute he felt the pull towards Remy growing stronger. If someone would have told him last night that he would be sitting in a mom and pop diner on Valentine's, with a sexy Sheriff, swirling a fork through a homemade pot pie, Finn would've laughed until he threw up.

Less than twenty fours later though, he couldn't imagine it any other way. His eyes watched Remy take a generous wad of cash out of his pocket, stuff it at Jackie with a laugh, and walk back towards their table. Remy's gaze was already on him within seconds, a look that was meant only for Finn. The Sheriff gave him one of his lazy grins and turned to face the restaurant.

He whistled commandingly and every head in the diner turned, eyes on Sheriff Remy La Croix, "Excuse me folks, I have some bad news. Looks like the blizzard is less than an hour from sweeping through Bermont and at this time I'm asking all of you to get on home. All the highways have been closed down, as well as all of the connecting routes. So if you live anywhere off there, Mrs. Judge has kindly offered the motel up to all of you with no way to get home," A few groans were mingled with some knowing smiles, "Now, give us a few minutes and we'll get all your leftovers boxed up, along with some of those amazing baked goods to take home for all the trouble. Thanks folks and have a Happy Valentine's Day..." Remy nodded, making Finn think on how good he would look tipping a hat.

God, this man was a sweetheart, Finn smiled thirty minutes later. Within minutes Remy had orchestrated a plan, had everyone on their way safely, and was currently helping Jackie wash down a few tables. Finn rose from the booth, looking around for a way to help, when a charming, blonde teenager came out of the back kitchen.

"Oh Chris! Good your still here," Jackie pulled herself from the vinyl booth she was washing down, "I wanted to introduce you to the Sheriff. Remy, this is Chef Chris," She said with a laugh.

"Chef Chris huh? Has a certain ring to it I guess," Chris hugged Jackie from the side lovingly.

"Then there you have it, once you get a nickname like that, can't let you leave," Jackie giggled.

"Well it's nice to meet you Chris, heard wonderful things about you, and might I say, that was hands down the best damned pot pie I have ever eaten," Remy shook the young man's hand eagerly.

Jackie playfully elbowed Remy in the side, "Mind your tongue boy."

"Aw Miss J, you know I adore your cooking, but golden boy here has the touch. You wouldn't happen to have anything sweet back there would ya Chris?" Remy glanced over the counter looking for more pink boxes.

"Actually I have something special for both of you," Chris' eyes were warm, but his words were strangely powerful to Finn.

Finn couldn't help himself as he walked forward to stand next to Remy, wanting to feel his body heat close by. Chris disappeared into the back, only to reappear with two large pink boxes. Remy shifted, noticing Finn next to him with a grin. He shivered as the bigger man moved behind him slowly. The Sheriff seemed to like their proximity just as much as Finn, so he smirked, and leaned back, meeting a hard chest. Finn felt the body behind him stiffen, and he stepped forward in shock. What the hell was he doing? It was like he was magnetized to Remy. Oh no. Did he read the man's signals wrong? Finn suddenly feared that Remy La Croix was not gay at all and he was just another hopeless fool.

~~~Chris~~~

The cook took in the couple as he approached from the kitchen. The flow of heat between them was strong, making Chris radiate with joy. It had been a while since he had seen sparks fly so quickly between a couple and knew the fates were smiling down upon them. The smaller man seemed taken with the Sheriff, but also guarded, afraid almost to let his heart be captured.

It had become apparent through the images Chris had seen, that Finn had been hurt before, not only with his heart, but with every fiber of the man's being. He watched as the poor guy jumped away from the warm body snuggled at his back, completely misinterpreting the situation. Finn was obviously conflicted with the Sheriff's preferences and more importantly his intentions.

Finn nervously leaned against the counter while Chris came to stand in front of the two with the pink boxes. The cook handed one to each man, both of them held a certain excitement in their eyes. Chris awaited the unveiling, watching the two men curiously peer inside the treat containers. His heart soared when Finn gasped, the lid to his box flipped open, unsaid emotions blatant on his face.

"This is...How did you? There's no way you could've known..." Finn stumbled through his speech.

"Known what?" Chris smirked, slinging an arm around Jackie. He knew alright, but he kept mum.

"These are cinnamon tea cakes...I would know them anywhere," Finn's eyes filled with tears and he turned his head to hide his face.

"What's wrong?" Remy swooped in and squeezed the smaller man's shoulder. The Sheriff set the box he held next to him, bringing his free hand to turn Finn's face to his.

"We'll be in the back closing up," Jackie smiled knowingly, grabbing Chris' hand to lead the way.

Chris got one more glimpse of his latest success and followed Jackie into the back. By the end of tonight, those two were going to be madly in love.

~~~Remy~~~

He felt something tug in his chest, watching Finn's eyes fill with unshed tears. Whatever those cookies were, they meant something to him.

"Hey, come here..." Remy pulled Finn to his chest. He just needed to comfort him, make the guy smile for a change.


❤ part 3 ❤

Finn sniffled against him, nuzzling his face deep within Remy's open parka. Remy breathed in the scent of Finn's green apple shampoo, tightening his arms around the smaller man. Whatever had scared the guy away earlier was lost. He smiled, feeling leaner arms wrap around his waist, under his thick coat.

"You can tell me Finn, it will be alright," Without another thought he bent his head down, laying a tender kiss on his city boy's hair.

Finn looked up at him. His chocolate eyes glossy and his cheeks tinged a rosy pink, "My mom made them for me all the time. They were my favorite. Gran taught her to make them when she was little."

"That Gran of yours sure knew her way around a kitchen," He paused and smoothed Finn's hair away from his brow. "What about your mom?"

He knew what was coming just from reading Finn's expression. The guy's eyes clouded over, a frown on his lips, and his arms tightened around Remy's hard back.

"She passed away about ten months ago. Breast cancer," Finn looked down, once again hiding his face.

"I'm so sorry Finn. I lost my own Mama about two years ago, I know how hard that is," Remy murmured into Finn's hair.

"Everything is falling apart Remy," Finn suddenly looked into the Sheriff's eyes, "I have no one, nothing to turn too. That's why I came here, to get away from it all, but I just feel more alone. First Joel, then my Mom, and now Gran, it just isn't right. What did I do Remy? Where did I go wrong?" Finn started to sob.

Remy had the feeling that this poor man had been suffering in silence for too long. He had no one to help him through, and Finn had been dumped on by a shit storm. Remy wanted to punch that little bastard Joel in the face for leaving such a sweet creature all alone. He took a deep breath to calm himself before replying to the fragile man in his arms.

"You did nothing wrong baby," Remy whispered, gently rocking his hips, while holding onto Finn, "Death is just a part of life. There is nothing we can do to stop it, no matter how hard we try."

Remy tilted Finn's face to him once more, "And as for the being alone part, Joel was a fool to leave you. He don't deserve an ounce of what you have to offer, but with that said...you aren't alone anymore Finn. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're never alone again."

Remy's heart swelled, realizing there was no going back from that kind of declaration. He might be all male, but inside his stomach was full of butterflies. He was possessed by Finn, hopelessly and utterly lost to him. He didn't care that it was just dinner and small talk that got them to this place. Remy just knew in this moment, that Finn was his.

"Yeah, right," Finn surprised him, the smaller man wriggled out of his grasp, "That's what they all say. This day is fucking cursed I swear it! Fate decided that this day was meant to mock me, throwing my pain in my face. How can you promise me something like that Remy? You don't know me at all! We've known each other for a whole three hours and you've offered me your home, you paid for dinner, and now you promise me something like that! Do you know I'm gay Remy? As in homosexual, lover of men...Do you want a gay man trotting around your home?"

Finn had finally broken and Remy saw it in every move the guy's body made. He was so tense, all his muscles vibrating with this meltdown, his chocolate eyes wide with exclamation. Remy started to laugh. He let his head fall back and laughed so hard, he had to clutch his stomach.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Finn screeched.

"Oh...oh my lord boy," Remy gasped, "Do I want a gay man in my house?" He couldn't help it as he let loose another stream of laughter.

Finn's look of despair made him quiet down, taking in deep breaths to cool off, "Finn, I'm sorry, but that was a good one. I guess what I should of said is yes. Yes, I want a gay man in my house."

"Why?" Finn obviously needed to hear it from Remy's lips.

Remy took a step forward, prowling his eye's seriously over the smaller man, "You sure you want the answer to that boy."

Remy couldn't help it as he straightened himself to his full height, straining his muscles, and showing off his entire body like the leader of the pride.

"Yes," Finn whispered, clutching the glass case behind him.

Remy stalked forward, putting his hands on either side of Finn. His face was inches away from those deep brown eyes, "Because I want to see your beautiful body in my bed and watch you writhe, begging me for more. I want to hear you say my name over and over until you can't breathe. I want to wake up tomorrow with your warm skin beside me, listening to your satisfied breathing. I want...well hell I want you in my damned house and that's all there is to it."

Remy watched Finn's eyes, shock and lust battling for first place. The Sheriff didn't give him a chance to decide, he slid his thick arms around that small waist, pulling Finn tight against him.

"Oh my, I am so sorry to interrupt Remy," Jackie covered her mouth, stifling a wide smile.

"I don't believe that for a second," Remy recovered himself, regretting the loss of Finn as he brought his arms back to his sides.

"Yeah well, we need to get this place locked up, unless you two are planning on sleeping here tonight," Jackie grinned, raising a brow, "Besides there's already snow shin deep out there, you boys best hit the road. Oh and Finn honey, why don't you let Sherriff La Croix here take you to the motel, those roads are already too dangerous to be driving on."

"He isn't staying at the motel..." Remy huffed, "I already told him he's staying with me Miss J."

Jackie raised both brows, but a grin crossed her lips, "Well that takes care of that then. You need anything before you get out of here?"

Remy nodded, "Yeah, you mind if I take a coat from lost and found? City boy here thinks this leather thing will keep him warm," Remy chuckled, lifting Finn's thin leather jacket with a finger.

"I got just the thing, be right back," Jackie sang, running to the back once more.

Finn was as quiet as mouse. Remy turned back to him, "I can hear your mind whirling over there."

"You're gay?" Finn whispered.

"I thought that was a given," Remy chuckled.

"But you're the Sherriff...I thought..."

"Well what you think and what really is, aren't always one in the same," Remy replied.

"So you want me to..."

"You really aren't good at finishing sentences are you?" Remy laughed, "Don't worry Finn, I'm gonna take care of you..."

Remy smiled, looking his city boy in the eye. Whatever Finn saw there caused him to shift from foot to foot, anxiety creeping over his face. Remy frowned. He had been so sure Finn was into him. He had seen it with his own damned eyes. Now though, he felt as nervous as Finn looked. Had he crossed a line? Had he pushed the guy away?

"Look Finn...I didn't mean to make you feel so..." Remy tried.

"Just stop it okay? You're only making this worse. Let's just drop all of this and you can take me to the motel. I'll pick up my car in the morning and you won't have to 'take care' of me anymore." Finn crossed his arms, eyes downcast.

"No," Remy growled.

"No?" Finn looked up in disbelief.

"That's what I said and it just so happens, my word is law," Remy narrowed his eyes and Finn took in a sharp breath.

Remy smiled internally, Finn was so his.

~~~Finn~~~

No fucking way! There was no way Finn felt like this after three hours with Remy. He couldn't do it. He licked his lips, his eyes hidden, and he could almost taste Remy in his mouth. Those things the Sherriff had said made his body quiver, but his brain felt like it would detonate at any moment. Not only was Remy gay, he was really gay for Finn.

"What about what I want?" Finn stared into green eyes.

"I already know what you want," Remy chuckled.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" Finn's voice choked.

Jackie had a way with timing, her quick steps echoing in the all but empty diner, "Found something for ya." She held out a dark blue parka to Finn.

He blushed with Remy's penetrating gaze upon him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the coat offered to him, "Thanks Jackie."

"No thanks needed baby. Now you two get yourselves out of here and right on home," The petite hellion commanded with a smile.

"Tell Chris thanks for us. That was really nice of him to save us some sweets," Remy grinned.

"Hey it's what I do," A smooth chuckle came from behind the trio, and Chris appeared with his own parka wrapped snuggly over his boyish frame, "It's thanks enough when you enjoy the goods." The angelic blonde winked at Finn.

Finn averted his eyes from the uncomfortable watch of Chris, pulling his arms into the warm sleeves of his new coat. He zipped up the heavy parka, following up with the multitude of buttons that would increase his shield from the wild rural elements.

Remy grabbed a shiny black helmet from the waiting area, holding it out to Finn, "You put this on. I won't need it."

Finn stared at the object offered, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into to. He had thought surely the Sheriff had some fancy, snow rigged truck, but now he knew otherwise. Finn looked from Remy to the helmet in contemplation, his fear of things without doors suddenly spiking.

"I thought you had a truck or something," Finn gulped, causing Jackie and Remy to laugh.

"What part of 'it's too dangerous to drive' didn't you get baby?" Jackie giggled.

Finn thought it over, realizing those words had indeed been said, but he hadn't thought anything of it until now.

"I promise you'll be safe, been riding sleds since I was old enough to walk," Remy purred with comfort.

"Hold up! Sled..." Finn gaped. Visions of a small red sled popped into his head, followed by c***dren riding down hills at Christmas.

"Not that kind," Remy read his mind "A snowmobile and a really fast one."

"I dunno..." Finn was unsure, but he took one look at Remy's confident expression, and grabbed the helmet.

"Fine, but take it slow alright? I don't like motorcycles or jet skis..." Finn murmured quietly.

"Guarantee you'll pick up a love for it around here," Jackie gave him a reassuring squeeze.

The woman had a way with making you feel right at home and suddenly he was reminded of the void that Jackie somehow seemed to fill, the space where his Gran had left open. Finn took a deep breath, controlling his straying thoughts and nodded, perking his body up and setting himself up for the ride ahead.

"Yea, guess I'll have to..." Finn smiled slightly, noticing Chris' dazzling grin.

There was something about the guy that made Finn feel uneasy, but at the same time relaxed. If Chris had been a little older, he might have made Finn blush from head to toe with his starling beauty, but as it was, the boy was barely legal, and didn't have his heart.

His heart...Where did that come from? Chris winked at him again, as if reading his thoughts, and Finn turned away to look at Remy. The Sherriff was watching him carefully; probably contemplating Finn's next small crisis before Finn even arrived there. Finn knew he was a fragile mess, but somehow Remy seemed alright with that, maybe even took pride in the fact he could comfort Finn so effortlessly.

"I think I'm ready now," Finn found himself saying, and wondered in what context he meant for that simple statement to be taken.

Remy smiled warmly, letting his green eyes sparkle, "Good."

They said their goodbyes to Jackie and Chris, before venturing out into the ensuing winter pandemonium.

~~~Remy~~~

Remy rubbed his gloved hands together, turning to the shivering man holding two pink boxes, a helmet strap around his wrist. Rapid clouds of hot air hit the cool night and Remy knew the guy was slightly frightened by the storm that surrounded them. Wind whipped at their bodies from every angle, bringing forth gusts of fresh snow that ended up piled around their legs.

"You alright?" Remy shouted over the howling storm.

Finn did little more than nod, confirming Remy's suspicions of the city boy's fears. The Sherriff pulled the boxes from Finn's shaking hands and went to the storage compartment on his ride. After securing the packages in the weather proof box, he turned to Finn, "You need anything from your car?"

Finn shook his head, walking towards him. He was shaking as he came to stand before Remy, even the chattering of Finn's teeth could be heard above the wind. Remy saw the guy's eyes were glassy, his nose and cheeks red from the cold, and he melted a little. Poor thing had really never been in a storm like this before. Remy couldn't help himself and wrapped his thick arms around the smaller man, running his hands up and down Finn's back quickly to gain some heat.

"Put the helmet on and I'll strap you in. You sit in the back and hold on to my waist tight, like your hugging me. Lean with me when you feel me turn, it's just easier to glide in the deeper snow like that," Remy pulled back and smiled.

Finn nodded, pulling back his hood to reveal his now messy locks. Remy chuckled as Finn tugged the black helmet onto his head with an audible huff. The Sheriff secured the strap around Finn's neck and clicked the latch soundly. He patted the top of the helmet softly, pulling Finn towards the rear of the sled.

Finn slowly climbed aboard, seating himself against the small backing with his legs spread apart. If it wasn't frigid as hell out, Remy would've been seriously turned on at the sight. His city boy looked right at home on the back of his sled, he thought with a chuckle. Remy pulled a pair of goggles and a thick wool scarf out of the utility bag on the back of his rig. He threw on his gear, pulling his hood down over his head, and buckling the protective covering over his nose and mouth.

He settled himself into the driver's seat, putting the key into the ignition, and immediately felt slender shaky arms encircle his waist tightly. Finn's smaller body cupped his back nicely and Remy grinned as the sled roared to life.

"Hold on baby," He laughed, taking off sharply into the night.

~~~Chris~~~

Although he loved his job, he always felt a bit saddened this time of year. After thousands of years helping others, he had yet to experience true love for himself. It was a matter that he kept silent; playing off that the thought alone was selfish, when he brought such love into the world already.

Chris sighed, watching Jackie count the till and get ready to close up. He picked up his pack from his feet, peering inside to make sure the contents were still there. Chris grazed his fingers over the jar of golden dust longingly. It was in that jar that desire began and soul mates were found. In the olden days, he had used a more ridiculous means of fulfilling his duties. He shook his head, remembering the golden arrows and the ridiculous loin cloth that left little to the imagination.

It had been Chris that came up with the idea of the dust. Using his powers to transfer the desire from the arrows themselves to a fine glittery substance, that when consumed had the same whirlwind effect of all encompassing love.

Every year on this day, he watched the humans go about their joyous couplings and deep rooted bonds over small gifts and chocolates. Chris wanted more than anything to dip his finger in that jar and taste desire upon his lips, to know the love a man so true, that it made his toes curl.

A clearing of a throat interrupted his thoughts and a tingle went up his spine. Chris turned with wide blue eyes to see a beautiful strawberry blonde female standing before him. Her long wavy hair glittered under the fluorescent lighting, setting off her ocean blue eyes. The woman's lips were set into a thin smile and she nodded at Chris.

"Mother?" Chris whispered furiously, "You can't be here! What if the human sees you?"

"Oh darling, do calm down," Venus sashayed over to her son, throwing a glance towards an unaware Jackie, "She can't see me, besides I'm not here to make you angry, I have a message for you."

Venus straightened her white wool coat around her tight body and Chris huffed," What kind of message?"

Receiving a message via his mother, or any of the others, was usually a bad thing. Chris cringed inwardly at what he could have possibly done now.

"You have until the sun rises to bring love to two others in this place. If you succeed...the thing of which you desire the most is yours," Venus stated warmly and Chris shook his head.

"Mother! That's impossible...the storm is raging, and there are no more humans left here to pair. I've felt no other connections or been given any other images to go on. Is this another of Zeus' tricks? Are you here to torment me...my own flesh and blood?" Chris felt tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

The others knew of his greatest ironic desire and mocked him mercilessly for his lack thereof. He looked into the bluest eyes he had ever known, searching their depths for a truth of some kind. Would his mother be so cruel?

"Cupid, I speak nothing but the truth. Your father and I, along with Zeus and the others, have seen your sadness grow with strength, and we are compelled to bring you happiness. The Fates have spoken of things to come...things that come your way my son. If you do this one last thing, your future will be set before you and love will be yours."

His mother's skin started to glow like a star and she brought her warm fingers to his cheek, "I love you Cupid and I only wish to see you smile. Hurry my son..." Venus smiled and the light increased under her skin, swallowing her from this world.

Chris blinked a few times, readjusting his eyes to the now empty kitchen. He gasped, remembering Jackie, and turned to peek out the server's window. Jackie was still hunched over the cash register, writing away in her records, and finishing up her last minute duties. Chris sighed in relief, leaning against the fridge, when a sudden realization hit him. Jackie!

~~~Finn~~~

Finn held onto Remy with every bit of strength he had. He felt the monster mobile vibrating underneath him as they whipped through the open field at high flying speeds. When Remy had said he lived close, Finn thought he truly meant right up the street, but that must have been small town lingo. They had covered at least three miles of stormy terrain, passing through thickly forested wood, and over building depths of compacted snowy landscape.

The scenery would have been breath taking, had it not been for the flurry of whirling snow raining from the sky, blocking views of every angle. Finn snuggled deeper into Remy's broad back, resting his helmet between inviting shoulder blades. He began to feel that pull inside of him again, begging to be nearer to the Sherriff he held. Finn bit his lip inside the helmet and pushed his hips deeper into Remy's ass, tightening his grip around the Sherriff's waist.

He felt Remy scoot into him, pressing his backside against Finn's rapidly building erection. Finn groaned...the sound bouncing around the confines that covered his head. He subtly ground himself into Remy, hoping the vibrations of the sled, covered his small movements. Remy's head flicked back for a second and Finn swore he heard the Sherriff's laughter.

Heat crept over his cheeks with humiliation, no doubt he had just been caught humping his host. He cringed silently as the sled started downward and a large home came into view. The details were marred by the storm, but the golden light that spilled from the windows looked warm and inviting, and that was enough for Finn.

Remy slowed to a stop next to a huge black truck that was rigged with a plow and cut the engine. Finn didn't want to let go when Remy patted the small hands around his waist, signaling Finn they had reached their destination. He felt Remy's chest vibrate with laughter and reluctantly let his hands go. Remy swiftly hopped off the sled, extending a hand to Finn like a gentleman. Finn took the hand and the larger man helped him from his seat, steadying his stance as he plundered into the knee deep snow.


❤ part 4 ❤


Finn could feel the icy powder soaking through his jeans, chilling him to core. He chattered his teeth while strong hands guided him up an icy set of stairs, to the back entrance of the house. He was beyond freezing as he wrapped his arms around himself, waiting for Remy to unlock the door. A barking on the other side startled Finn from his mindless thinking and he almost slid across the icy wood.

Remy's massive arms caught him around the waist, bringing him up right once more, "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Finn managed, loving the feel of those strong hands on his back.

"Don't let George scare you. He's just a big teddy bear," Remy laughed, pushing Finn through to the cracked open door.

Finn hesitated for a second, opening the door slowly, and waiting for the barking b**st to attack. The door opened and Remy nudged him inside, revealing the wolf-like creature to his eyes. Finn gasped, the large white and grey husky pattered across the floor, letting out a slow growl.

"George, that's enough. Don't scare the poor guy," Remy boomed, shutting the door behind them. He went to the dog, kneeling before George, and scratched behind his ears.

George leaned his head into his master's touch, searching him out with sky blue eyes. Finn stayed glued to the spot, not sure how he felt about the b**st, but he seemed to listen to Remy, and that was what mattered.

Looking around the cheery kitchen, he noted the masculine grey's and blues, but also the coziness the place exuded. Stainless steel appliances, light cabinets, and gleaming hard wood flooring made it stand out from its small town location. He caught Remy staring at him and smiled.

"Not what you expected?" The Sherriff grinned.

"Not really..." Finn smiled

"Why don't you get out of those wet shoes, and I'll go grab the packages. Don't want that stuff going to waist," Green eyes smiled at Finn.

"Uh, yeah alright," Finn perused the kitchen, shuffling out of his parka, and slowly kicking off his soaked shoes.

Remy stood, disappearing outside for a minute. Finn placed his wet socks inside his shoes and padded forward to the large opening in the dining room. He shivered at the sight of the living room. He envied Remy. This house was so beautiful and homey. It was nothing like the small cottage he owned, currently devoid of charm and that special touch that it once held.

Large chocolate leather sofas took up one half of the room, placed perfectly in front of a fire place. Finn's toes curled around a thick yet soft area rug while he took in the picture window and all the perfectly spaced black and white photos on the wall. He moved forward to see the pictures, when he heard Remy come back into the kitchen.

Feeling like he was intruding somehow, Finn stepped back into the kitchen. Remy was pulling the lid off a glass cake display, carefully transferring the treats into their new home.

"You want one?" Remy turned around, with a red velvet cookie in his mouth.

Finn tried not to laugh at the boyish look on Remy's face, "In a little while."

"You sure? They're really good," Remy almost moaned around a bite full of cookie.