(Summary first up)

Molly Snow is living a happy life in Sevelle, she sees the value in little things. She sees her small house with the majority of the furniture hand made, courtesy of her father, James, as a priceless mansion and her unbelievable friends, not crazy, but unique.
Her seventeenth is approaching and all is well as Mary attemps to plan a party.
Molly's mother, Stephanie, who lives way in Rosiar, calls to wish her daughter a happy birthday and proclaims that she misses James far too much, so much in fact that it blinds her. Realising that he feels the same, James decides that moving to her is best.
Molly endures a teary farewell and recieves more than she bargained for from a certain guy.

In Rosiar, things are very different, big house, modern furniture... it didn't feel right to Molly.
She meets the strangest girl, Holly, at her new school and soon meets her roommate, Lance whom she feels uncontrollably drawn to.
What she doesn't know is Lance hides a secret... Will Molly unearth it, for better or for worse?

Lance and Molly go through the craziest ride one could ever face.

Lance hides a secret and the secret hides him...
(Inappropriate-ness icluded)

The title has a double meaning, Snowflake being a pet name used by Lance and Snowflake setting an important scene.

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16. Apologies

(I'm starting here because this is my favourite chapter, I don't know if it's any good or not, my brother says that Lance is based off of Edward though I'd had lance in my mind before I'd even heard of Twilight which was actually this year... =O
You won't really know what's happening and I won't bother explaining unless I'm asked - doubt it - it has some, for a better word, inappropriate-ness in it, it's the first time I've dared write something like this. Ironically, it was a dare from a friend. Huh. Anyway, enjoy, be nice =])

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As soon as I got back from home from school, I rushed right back out, after dumping my bag on the front step.

I ran up the street to the ally way and took the route to Lance’s house, I’d been too afraid to pop by at his house before but after those looks I’d received, I knew that he needed me as much as I needed him.
I banged on the door with my fist with as much power as I could muster.

The door had opened before I’d finished banging and a soft hand held my fist back lightly just as it was about to land.

“Hey, hey, what did the door ever do to hurt you?” Lance joked half heartedly.
I decided on cutting straight to the point.

“What the hell are you doing?”
Lance, being Lance, smiled lightly.

“You know that if it were up to me, I would not spend a day without you by my side or I yours, you know not of how it kills me inside, not knowing how you are or what you are feeling.”

He was so good at this. Stupid, stubborn, sweet, mannered, kind, selfless, loving, amazing, beautiful, accepting, forgiving… I lost it there. I choked and unwanted tears spilled down my cheeks.
Lance’s arm twitched as if he were about to brush them away like he used to but, instead, he let go of my hand. I let it drop to my side.

“Why, Lance?” I choked, “First Beatrice, then Holly, against it or not, then Seth and Myra. I saw it coming, but you? I can’t believe it. I mean, I love you in a way that I’ve never loved anyone… ever.” I croaked, “Why?”

I looked at my sneakers. I didn’t know if I’d struck a cord. The tears continued to flow.
After a short pause, I found myself being lifted and being taken into his home, into his room, and set down on his bed. Lance was soon on top of me, stroking my hair back and brushing my tears away.

“Please,” His voice was desperate, “Please don’t cry. Please.”
I looked up, his eyes looked agonised.

“You used an abbreviation!” I teased, my voice still choked. He smiled, revealing some of his teeth.

“You know Molly, that I love you, I have said it more than enough times. Your head really is thick.” He teased back at the end.

“Actually,” I began, counting of my fingers, “You’ve said it five times.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” much louder, inappropriately louder.

“Still,” I went with the stubborn route.

“Okay,” He coughed, “Molly Jennifer Snow… I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I. Love. You.” He laughed, I stared at him, wide eyed, “How much was that?”

“I – I dunno,” My voice was thick with emotion, “I lost count.”

“No, you just cannot count.” He laughed ghostly and brought his head down to kiss my forehead. It was then I realised that this was the closest that we’d ever been in his house, Myra’s house.

“Where is everyone?” I snivelled.

“You are so predictable. I could see it in your face. I knew you would come. I knew not when, though I knew you would eventually. I have temporarily kicked Beatrice, Myra, Seth and Holly out. Though, if I know Holly, which I do, she is currently spying on us at this very moment with a bag of popcorn in her hands.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Am not,” I laughed as I heard Holly hiss the words and soon she snaked through the window and sat on Lance’s roller chair.

“Uh, Lance,” I was nervous now, “Are you gonna get off me?”
He brought his lips down to my ear,

“Why, pray tell, would I do that,” He whispered, “I find my self very comfortable in this position.” He brought his lips to mine for a kiss that I would have accepted enthusiastically if Holly were not here, so I moved my head away before he got to me.

“You, apparently, do not; do you wish to be free of my burden?”

“No, I want to be free of Holly’s burden, for once.” I mumbled, not sure if he understood. Apparently he did.

“Holly, leave us,” He whispered, inching closer to me and snaking his hands around my back.

“Yeah I heard, Lance. When can we come home?” She asked, bouncing to the window.

“Just go!” He hissed, his intense eyes locked on mine, I heard a soft thud and then silence.

“See you at school tomorrow, Molly,” I heard Holly call in the distance.

“I wish I went to school with you,” Lance whispered hungrily,

“Oh crap,” I remembered, “Shoot, I have school tomorrow Lance!”

“So?” So clueless,

“I can’t stay and do… this with you.”

“I shall not be long, my lady. Just give me an hour to be alone with you. It is merely four in the afternoon, Molly. Calm yourself.” He began planting kisses down my neck. I closed my eyes. Bringing up all the will power in my body I whispered;

“No,” It was weak, he knew it, I knew it and so he did not stop, kissing every inch of my skin that was exposed. I gave up, there was really no use. I turned my head to his, our lips met. They weren’t closed. It was as if Lance had not eaten for months and suddenly a whole banquet was set out in front of him.

I felt a hand go down my back and stop at the bottom of my blouse. I froze; so did he. Realising what he wanted, and what I wanted, I opened my eyes and started planting fierce kisses down his jaw. I could feel his smile on my lips as his hand sneaked up my blouse, his other hand followed and soon, my top was on the floor.

Lance pulled away and looked down. Admiring what he saw, making me blush. I was forever grateful that I’d worn my good underwear.
He didn’t stop staring; I got a little self conscious.

“Uh, Lance,” my voice trembled,

“Mm,” he didn’t look up; I had an idea though I was embarrassed to voice it.
“You are so beautiful,” He whispered, giving me the confidence.

“Well,” I began with a teasing voice, “I think I might just put my shirt back on, Lance,” That caught his attention, he looked up at me with pleading eyes,

“I was not finished with you,” he complained,

“It’s not fair that I have no shirt when there you are, cosy as a button, in your shirt,” I explained. He raised his eyebrows.

“Who knew that you played dirty, Miss Snow,” He said playfully, “So, you tell me. If I take off my shirt, you keep yours off?”

“That’s what I was implying.” I snickered.

“Done,” His shirt was already on the ground, he had a greedy look in his eyes.

“HOLY CROW,” I exclaimed when I looked down. His muscles were purely made. Not too many to look like a nut, not too little to look weak. He had the perfect tone. I couldn’t believe he was mine.
I heard him laugh lightly.

I brought my face to his chest and put my arms around his neck before lightly planting kisses over his torso, I could feel a laugh rumbling inside his chest.

He pulled me back slightly. I whined.

“I believe it was still my turn,” He explained, running his hands down my sides, making me shiver. I noticed a glint in his eyes. He bent down and kissed, I mean really kissed every part of my chest that was exposed, just to the bit were my bra began. I could feel the tip of his tongue, scraping along my skin.

I moaned. He liked that. He brought his lips to mine and smiled in our kiss. It was more full on though. Something I had no experience in. I wondered if I was doing something wrong.

He brought his hands down and wrapped them around my back. He ran his fingers down my spine until he reached the clip of my bra. I knew what he wanted, I wasn’t sure if he would be pleased with what he saw, because I was wearing padding, but I didn’t break the kiss, I leant into it more so that my back was off of the bed, to make it easier for him to unclip it.
He had another idea,

He, being as strong as he is; half carried me, without breaking our kiss, to the edge of the bed so that my torso was slightly off of it. He leant me down and pulled away. He grabbed my legs and smiled with an eyebrow raised. He brought his fingers to my waistline and put his thumbs in the elastic of my school skirt, he was clearly asking permission for something very obvious.

I giggled, “Let me take off my shoes first,” and so I kicked them off, surprised that they didn’t hit him. I shuffled slightly, “Okay, continue,”

And so he did, while laughing ever so slightly… If I hadn’t known him so well, I would have thought that it was my imagination to hear such a perfect sound.
Instead of pulling off my skirt, like a normal person, he ripped it off. What the hell was I supposed to wear to school tomorrow, what the hell was I supposed to wear out of here? I didn’t care, only he and I existed in this moment.

He swung my feet over his shoulders so that I was looking up at him and he down at me. He brought his head down and I nearly exploded from laughter when he began kissing my stomach very inappropriately, even hovering over my underwear line. I felt his teeth slightly graze my skin and I moaned again, pulling my legs down to wrap around his own.

When Lance realised what I was trying to do, he very helpfully unbuckled his belt and wriggled out of his pants,

After they were successfully off and brought his head down,
“Damn it,” He cursed, his lips not quite meeting mine, he looked at me apologetically, I was confused before I realised that something hard was pressed on my leg. I blushed, too embarrassed to look down.

"Oh,” I whispered, “Did I do that?”

“Who else, Molly, but you,” he rolled his eyes playfully,

“Well,” I was in a playful mood too, “Let’s not keep nature from doing its stuff,” Lance glared at me, my smile didn’t falter,

“Miss Snow. You are only seventeen. I refuse to do this to you,” He made to get up though I grasped his shoulders and pulled my lips to his ear,

“You know you want to,” I whispered,

“You know me well,” he mumbled

“Damn straight,” I laughed,

He groaned, “Please, don’t do this to me Molly,”

I gasped, “Thank the lord, he’s using abbreviations. Hallelujah!” I placed a finger on his cheek and turned his face to mine, his eyes were torn, “Take me,”

He gave up then, rolling me so that I was on the pillow and he was on top on me, he supported most of his weight. I pushed myself up and crushed my hips against his. He moaned. It was the most unreal, beautiful sound I’d ever heard; it easily pushed his laugh to my second favourite sound in the world.
I had a mission; I would hear him moan again, whether I did it or not.

He responded to my actions. I could feel his hard on. My knickers felt wet too, I blushed. His hand travelled up my sides, across my ribs and stopped at the point where my pride and joy began. He started kissing the nape of my neck and, all the while, his hand slipping underneath my bra and caressing what lay underneath.

“Oh my god,” I hissed, it was going to happen; right here and now. This was certainly not how I expected my first time to be like. In an elf’s bedroom with the guy that every girl ever dreamed off, his other hand slipped down to my knickers…

“WE’RE BACK!” I heard Holly squeal, she was too fast, Lance was fast, but she was faster, he hadn’t had enough time to get off of me before Holly bounded through his door.
I heard him say a naughty word; it would have made me giggle if I were not in such a position.

“Oh,” It was obvious that Holly was trying to refrain from giggling, “I didn’t know that you would… do… that,” She burst. Her laughter was a beautiful sound though I despised it at this moment.

“Holly, what are you having a fit over,” I heard Beatrice’s voice call; I heard the slight thud of her heels on the stairs.

“Oh crap, get off me Lance,” I whispered, he hung his head,

“I can’t,” He sounded defeated, usually I’d make a witty remark about him using abbreviations but once I realised what he meant, I knew it would be highly inappropriate.

“What the hell are you doing Lance, you jackass, jerk, loser, idiot!” I met Beatrice’s eyes, I didn’t know why but she was flared up.
I felt something soft hit my neck. It was a silk skirt.
I could hear Holly giggling slightly,

“I thought you could use something to wear,” she must have spotted my torn skirt.

“Holly, Beatrice, leave. Please just… leave,” Lance sounded so upset and defeated; I couldn’t hear Holly laughing anymore. I could hear Beatrice’s heels stomping, and I assumed Holly was not far behind her if not in front.

Lance was off me and his pants were back on in seconds.

“I knew I should not have let you get the better of me. Must you have seduced me, Molly?”
I positioned my self up right.

“Put your clothes on and you must leave, quickly. I will deal with Holly and Beatrice and whomever they may have told,” He sounded upset,

“I’m so sorry,” I felt the tears filling up,

“No Molly, no. I regret nothing that has happened between us. I just don’t want you to deal with my ‘family’ when they are angry.”
I wondered why they would be angry.

“Time for a cold shower,” I heard him whisper,