[shared 'verse: jazz remix] advent (4)
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perfectworrytitle: Advent (4)
rating: G
word count: 566
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runaway_tales
prompt: sugar plum #9: the fire is so delightful
summary: house rules: you have to kiss someone if you end up under the mistletoe together! hijinks ensue. (Nikos/Mariel (offscreen), Mariel/Aya)
notes: the fourth of twenty five kisses under the mistletoe at a Christmas party Nikos is hosting
Despite the heat of the oven and a hot glass of mulled wine, Aya shivered with cold between Mariel and Tristan while Koji stood guard over the stove. Mariel slipped her arm around Aya's waist and pulled her closer until her shivering nearly resulted in spilling eggnog all down Mariel's front.
"Oops," giggled Aya. She brushed imaginary dust from Mariel's shirt, hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary before she bundled back up closer against her sweetheart for warmth.
"I told you it would be cold," said Mariel, running her free hand over Aya's bare arms. "It's always cold in Nikos's place. I would know." She kissed Aya's hair, and deliberately avoided Tristan's gaze. "Let me - let me fetch you a jacket, at least. Yours is too warm for inside, but you could wear mine."
"Would you be so kind?" Aya bat her eyelashes unnecessarily. She didn't relish the thought of leaving the relative warmth of the kitchen.
"Wait here," said Mariel.
Aya nodded. She had no intention of venturing far from the oven, and immediately snuggled up under Tristan's arm. Once Mariel disappeared into the hallway, she murmured, "She lived here after…" and trailed off, answering the unspoken question on Tristan's lips. He nodded his understanding. "That miserable old coot is such a skinflint," she added, louder, pulling Koji back into the conversation.
"S'colder'n this in me'n'Silas's place," he said without taking his eyes off the mashed potatoes. He watched them carefully, staring as though concerned they might catch fire at any moment. He poked them warily with the wooden spoon.
"Boo for you," Aya grumbled into Tristan's lapel, cranky with the cold.
Tristan hugged Aya closer, and was about to pull her into the warmth of his sports coat when Mariel's voice startled them out of their cuddling.
"Damn you!"
"Mistletoe," said Koji, sagely. "Wanna bet it's Nikos'r Abel? Hope it's Abel. Ya'd have to pay me a lot more'n the goin' rate t'snog that grumpy old codger."
"Mr Kotobuki!" snapped Tristan, shaking his head. "Do you mind, man?"
"No' really," admitted Koji, with a shrug. Tristan rolled his eyes. "Either way, I wanna see this." Koji set down the spoon and backed away from the stove.
"Not if you like what's left of your face," said Tristan. He sounded amiable enough, but Koji already had his nose broken twice by Tristan's wife, and had seen Tristan himself knock a man out cold with his cane.
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Koji. He returned to the mashed potatoes.
As he spoke, Mariel slunk back into the kitchen with a coat on her arm, a cigarette in her mouth, and a disgusted look on her face. Behind her, Nikos smirked at Tristan, who returned the look with a rude gesture behind Aya's graceful back. Abel snickered.
"Your coat, dear." Mariel thrust it towards Aya. She turned away, but both Aya and Tristan could see the blush creeping up her cheeks and down the back of her neck.
Aya shrugged on the jacket, which hung loose around her wrists but kept her warm. She hugged Mariel and stood on her toes to place a kiss on her sweetheart's cheek. "The things you do for me," she said, soothingly, as she ran her cold fingers through Mariel's hair. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss Scarlett. Merry Christmas, and next time wear a warmer dress."
rating: G
word count: 566
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runaway_tales prompt: sugar plum #9: the fire is so delightful
summary: house rules: you have to kiss someone if you end up under the mistletoe together! hijinks ensue. (Nikos/Mariel (offscreen), Mariel/Aya)
notes: the fourth of twenty five kisses under the mistletoe at a Christmas party Nikos is hosting
Despite the heat of the oven and a hot glass of mulled wine, Aya shivered with cold between Mariel and Tristan while Koji stood guard over the stove. Mariel slipped her arm around Aya's waist and pulled her closer until her shivering nearly resulted in spilling eggnog all down Mariel's front.
"Oops," giggled Aya. She brushed imaginary dust from Mariel's shirt, hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary before she bundled back up closer against her sweetheart for warmth.
"I told you it would be cold," said Mariel, running her free hand over Aya's bare arms. "It's always cold in Nikos's place. I would know." She kissed Aya's hair, and deliberately avoided Tristan's gaze. "Let me - let me fetch you a jacket, at least. Yours is too warm for inside, but you could wear mine."
"Would you be so kind?" Aya bat her eyelashes unnecessarily. She didn't relish the thought of leaving the relative warmth of the kitchen.
"Wait here," said Mariel.
Aya nodded. She had no intention of venturing far from the oven, and immediately snuggled up under Tristan's arm. Once Mariel disappeared into the hallway, she murmured, "She lived here after…" and trailed off, answering the unspoken question on Tristan's lips. He nodded his understanding. "That miserable old coot is such a skinflint," she added, louder, pulling Koji back into the conversation.
"S'colder'n this in me'n'Silas's place," he said without taking his eyes off the mashed potatoes. He watched them carefully, staring as though concerned they might catch fire at any moment. He poked them warily with the wooden spoon.
"Boo for you," Aya grumbled into Tristan's lapel, cranky with the cold.
Tristan hugged Aya closer, and was about to pull her into the warmth of his sports coat when Mariel's voice startled them out of their cuddling.
"Damn you!"
"Mistletoe," said Koji, sagely. "Wanna bet it's Nikos'r Abel? Hope it's Abel. Ya'd have to pay me a lot more'n the goin' rate t'snog that grumpy old codger."
"Mr Kotobuki!" snapped Tristan, shaking his head. "Do you mind, man?"
"No' really," admitted Koji, with a shrug. Tristan rolled his eyes. "Either way, I wanna see this." Koji set down the spoon and backed away from the stove.
"Not if you like what's left of your face," said Tristan. He sounded amiable enough, but Koji already had his nose broken twice by Tristan's wife, and had seen Tristan himself knock a man out cold with his cane.
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Koji. He returned to the mashed potatoes.
As he spoke, Mariel slunk back into the kitchen with a coat on her arm, a cigarette in her mouth, and a disgusted look on her face. Behind her, Nikos smirked at Tristan, who returned the look with a rude gesture behind Aya's graceful back. Abel snickered.
"Your coat, dear." Mariel thrust it towards Aya. She turned away, but both Aya and Tristan could see the blush creeping up her cheeks and down the back of her neck.
Aya shrugged on the jacket, which hung loose around her wrists but kept her warm. She hugged Mariel and stood on her toes to place a kiss on her sweetheart's cheek. "The things you do for me," she said, soothingly, as she ran her cold fingers through Mariel's hair. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss Scarlett. Merry Christmas, and next time wear a warmer dress."
