[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The weather forecast said that the snowstorm range was moving eastward, but the heavy snow in London still did not stop, and even on Christmas Eve, large snowflakes like goose feathers sprinkled in the light one after another.

Most shops will remain open on Christmas Eve, and the flow of people on the street will be minimized until Christmas Eve.Under the urging of the wind and snow, the snowplow workers who worked overtime unexpectedly were using machines to clear the ice on the road to ensure the normal passage of cars.

However, the snow on the pedestrian streets on both sides has no scruples. Passers-by stepped on the soft snow with a quick or slow footstep, and the pedestrians behind were walking forward along the footsteps of their predecessors.

The blizzard couldn't stop Oliver and Hotch from going out. They chose the former between avoiding the snowstorm and avoiding the hotel's room order.

Oliver found a nice restaurant at Mrs. Hudson's suggestion and had a nice dinner and some wine.Of course, it was Oliver who looked at Hotch and drank the juice he could have.

After the meal, they didn’t look for a taxi, but walked all the way to the hotel along the Thames River. The Thames River rarely freezes in winter. The shimmering light under the illumination of the night brings a little bit of chill.

They turned and walked onto the Polifield Bridge. The winter wind passed through the bridge and hit passers-by, making people shrink their necks.

Oliver took off the cashmere scarf and wrapped it around Hotch's neck twice before slipping the gloves back to him.

The soft cashmere scarf was still warm, but Hotch looked at Oliver helplessly, "I'm not cold, but you wear too little."

Oliver shook his head, "You know, I don't care much about the temperature."

Hotch has deeply experienced this winter, there is a kind of cold, called Oliver thinks you are cold. Oliver's ability makes him sensitive to temperature without being affected by changes in outside temperature. He can wear short sleeves on a snowy winter night, but he hasn't done so before his brain is convulsed. There are fewer people.

But his sensitivity to temperature made him always feel that the people around him couldn't bear such low temperature, but he could never understand the insulation effect of clothes.

Hotch sometimes feels that Oliver is like a walking clothes hanger. When the two of them go out for a trip, when they finally go back, Oliver's scarf, hat, gloves, and even a coat will appear on Hotch's body.

Hotch smiled and sighed, took off his gloves, and held Oliver's hand directly, both palms were unusually warm, leaving no gaps for the cold wind to take advantage of.

Hotch took his hand and slowed down, the Oxford soles creaked on the snow, but the sound was very soft and was lost in the crowd and traffic.

"How long have we known each other, Oliver?" Hotch asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Oliver looked down at the snow, "10950 days."

Hotch looked over at him, not the answer he expected. Oliver caught Hotch's gaze and smiled slyly, "I've known you since the day I realized who I am."

This made Hotch laugh, and he ruffled Oliver's hair sullenly, and Oliver shook his head.

"Okay, okay, you must be trying to say something by asking this question. I love you? Although I have heard these three words countless times, I don't mind listening to them again. Especially in the snowy night London, on the Thames, you picked a good spot."

"Okay, I love you." Hotch actually said it.

Oliver's eyes widen, Hotch isn't usually so... cheeky, "My God, did the elf in Aaron enchant my sweetheart?"

"Don't tell me, you read Jack's book of fairy tales?" Hotch laughed dumbfounded, "I remember you fell asleep that day."

Jack would sometimes come to live with Hotch, and a bedtime story was a must. The three of them lay on the bed that day, listening to Hotch read a storybook.However, Oliver was the first to hear that he was asleep, and Jack tugged on Hotch's sleeve and told him that Uncle Oli had fallen asleep.

Oliver shrugged noncommittally.

Hotch lowered his head slightly, from this angle Oliver could still see the corners of his slightly curved mouth, "I was just thinking, what would have happened if I hadn't met you?"

"Comedy, tragedy, fable... Good and bad things always follow one after another, leaving no chance for people to breathe." Oliver exhaled, and the thick white mist was particularly obvious under the black night, "But I have to say, From the moment I met you, I could no longer see the trajectory of the world, everything changed,"

"Everything is unpredictable, good or bad. If I didn't meet you, no, what should I say? Since I went to the CIA, I would definitely meet Gideon who came to work. I guess I should say, if I Not a mutant. I'm supposed to grow up and live peacefully in the town of Coria. Go to a community college, or not even go to college, just learn a trade, repair cars, gas, etc., in a small world Living a lifetime doesn't sound bad. But...if I wasn't a mutant, my parents wouldn't be, Colin and Lim, and I wouldn't be born in Koria, without me. "

Oliver stopped and took Hotch to the railing of the bridge, his arms over the railing, holding down the snow, and two or three flakes fell off the bridge and into the deep black water, but they were too light , can stir up water ripples, but no sound comes up.

"But you're standing right in front of me, Oliver." Hotch put his arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah," Oliver smiled, "Assumptions about the future are possible, but assumptions about the past can never change the established facts. I'm here, andi'll be here, neverchange."

Hotch hugged Oliver, and he took a step back before standing still. One hand wrapped around Hotch's waist, and the other hand gently patted Hotch's back. It was like this for a long time, with a warm silence, Hotch Then he said, "I don't know if we'll be together forever, but I hope so. In another ten years, we'll still have a BAU job, and I can see your desk through the shutters in the office; in another 20 In 30, I should retire, Jack has grown up, we can travel around the United States; in another 40 years, the trip to the United States is over, and there are five continents; in another 40 years, in another [-] years... I hope that when On the day of death, I can still hold you, like now."

When Hotch started to speak, the next sentence didn't even need him to think, as if it had been in his mind from the beginning, pouring out of his brain for reasons that couldn't be explored.When he saw Oliver looking at the black Thames River surface with dots of lights just now, the black river was like a loneliness with dark tides and turbulent tides. Stop him, and he will fall into this darkness.

Distressed?No, no no, Hotch just thinks, he'll get stuck too.

"I know," Oliver said, hugging him tightly. "There will be no death here, and you can ask for a hug anytime you want, until the day the world ends."

The wind passed by my ears.

"Oliver, there's something I want to tell you," Hotch said.

"I also want to tell you something, but this conversation was initiated by you, so you go ahead."

Hotch let go of Oliver, and took a few steps back. Oliver could see Hotch's stretched eyebrows and pursed but raised lips under the light.

He saw Hotch slowly get down on one knee, pull out a gold velvet box from his pocket, and open it in front of him.

Inside the box were two silver rings.

"Will you marryme,? Oliver Williams."

It's hard for Oliver to describe how he feels at this moment, if he must say it, he can sum it up like this, he will die without regret.

boom!Wind and snow entangled and exploded.

"Yes I do, but..."

"For the sake of the Thames, why do you use transitions in your affirmative sentences?"

"I promise you. But, you get up first." Oliver grabbed Hotch's wrist and helped him up, and Hotch's tangled and puzzled expression made him laugh out loud.

Oliver took something out of his pocket, but he clenched his fist and didn't open his fingers until he reached Hotch in front of him.

Another pair of rings.

"So, Question again. Will you marry me? Aaron Hotchner."

"Yes I do."

"Good." Oliver took out two rings from the two pairs, put them on the middle finger and ring finger of Hotch's left hand, and then put on rings for himself.

The styles of the two rings are very ordinary, without inlaid gemstones, and without complicated patterns, only the luster of the metal flows under the light. The ring surface of Hotch's pick is round, but the sharp edges and corners are restored at the corners, while Oliver's In this pair of rings, you can see that the inherent lines of the metal material are truncated and extended on the surface of the ring.

"When did you prepare the ring? The material is very special?" Hotch asked curiously. He saw this pair of unusually suitable rings in a store in London a few days ago and bought them.

It was the day Oliver was taken to meet Mycroft by some unknown lady, no wonder Hotch just wouldn't tell him where he was going.

"It's been prepared a long time ago," Oliver said, "I've been carrying it with me all the time, and I'm looking for a chance to give it to you. This is Zhenjin."

The crow has a huge underground world information network, but Oliver didn't expect that he could even get Zhenjin.Of course, Oliver paid the money, and the honest transaction was innocent. As for how the crow got there, it was out of his management.

"Zhenjin, this name sounds familiar."

"Do you like Captain America? Most American boys do, childhood idol. Remember his shield? It's also made of vibranium, one of the hardest materials in the world. Wait...why are we talking about this. I think we forgot something."

Hotch raised an eyebrow, "Indeed."

In the next second, he leaned forward and kissed Oliver. His lips were cold, but his mouth was hot enough, especially when both parties were extremely active.

Fireworks lit up in the sky, and the bells rang on Christmas Eve. The gorgeous flames were embedded in the sky and river water like jewels, and the intertwined silhouettes were printed together in this painting.

I don't know when it started, the people of the corrupt country who are enthusiastic and unrestrained in this aspect always pass by with a meaningful smile and applaud them, and a few young men even whistled.

Hotch heard it, temporarily ended the kiss, took Oliver's hand and ran to the other side of the bridge. Oliver laughed and looked at Mr. Detective's red ears.

Well, it's the wind blowing, I know.

Passers-by who came from behind enthusiastically wished "Happy Newly Married" and "Long time", which are quite normal, but, "I wish you all a wonderful night", this is, ahem...

Went back to the hotel room and closed the door without even turning on the light.

Hotch grabbed Oliver by the collar and pushed him against the wall for a long, deep kiss.

Oliver hugged Hotch's broad shoulders, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground under the stimulation of nerves and blood.

Hotch sat down with him and ended the kiss, giving the two of them a break, and before he could catch his heavy breathing he heard Oliver say, "Have a good night, huh?"

His eyes were as bright as a fox.

"Oh my God."

Oliver imagined Hotch holding his forehead.While Hotch was not paying attention, he threw him on the carpet, knelt on both sides of Hotch's waist, held his head, and actively attacked Hotch's lips.

It was cold, but the air in the room was hot enough.

Oliver's movements were not violent, even gentle, and Hotch still had time to reach for the lube provided by the hotel on the cabinet.

Oliver grabbed the lube and tossed it aside. "I don't like the smell of lube," he grumbled, his voice normal, but to Hotch it sounded like something between them lingering breath.

"so?"

"Come on, Aaron."

Hotch turned over and pressed Oliver under him again. The coat, suit jacket and so on were taken off as early as the moment he entered the door, and thrown aside. Now there is only a layer of soft shirt between the skin.

But Hotch pushed too hard, banged his forehead against the cabinet, bit Oliver's tongue, and sweet blood gushed out.

But this time, instead of healing the wound with his powers, he let the blood and saliva mix and lick the hard curve of Hotch's jaw.

Hotch's hand holding Oliver's tailbone trembled, the damp heat hitting his brain.

"come on," Oliver said.