The rainbow houses were beautiful in the summer, but now the skies were approaching grey. Viggo's hand grabbed Sean's cuff, pulling him over the arch of the bridge. He turned, and it was impossible to not reach out and brush the tiny droplets of rain that hung on the strands of Sean's blond hair.

"Just me luck that it's a rainy season,” Sean said, and his grin was wide and sweet.

"No," Viggo said lowly. He leaned in and kissed Sean on the lips, relishing in their relative anonymity out here, shadowed by the pouring rain.

"You're perfect like this."