[shared 'verse: jazz remix] advent (18)
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perfectworrytitle: Advent (18)
rating: G
word count: 264
summary: house rules: you have to kiss someone if you end up under the mistletoe together! hijinks ensue. (Nikos/Glory)
notes: the seventeenth of twenty five kisses under the mistletoe at a Christmas party Nikos is hosting
"Kristopher, you can't eat half of the pie," said Glory. Kristopher frowned up at him, but he shook his head. "You'll get sick. Are you hungry enough to eat that much?"
Kristopher stood in the hallway with his hands over his stomach and a contemplative look on his face. He shook his head.
"Go get a clean plate from the kitchen and you can come get as much as you think you're hungry for," said Glory. Kristopher nodded and hurried off, and Glory shrugged apologetically to Nikos. "He didn't eat any yet," he said. Nikos gestured for Glory to just put the plate back down on the table.
Then he gestured upwards. Glory sighed. He supposed that kissing Abel's young paramour was less uncomfortable than kissing an ex-lover he hadn't seen in twenty years.
"If you must," said Glory, under his breath.
"Don't pretend you won't enjoy it," said Nikos. "Or is that what you're worried about?"
"Just get it over with before my son comes back," said Glory.
He didn't need to lean forward to meet Nikos's lips; although Glory towered over most people, the two of them were nearly the same height. Nikos kissed him, firmly, and stepped back. He took a long draught of champagne, just as Kristopher turned the corner and trotted back into the hallway with a clean plate.
"Pie?" he asked, looking worriedly from his father to their host.
"How big of a slice can you really eat and not feel unwell?" asked Glory, bending forward to help Kristopher cut himself a piece of his favorite blueberry pie.
rating: G
word count: 264
summary: house rules: you have to kiss someone if you end up under the mistletoe together! hijinks ensue. (Nikos/Glory)
notes: the seventeenth of twenty five kisses under the mistletoe at a Christmas party Nikos is hosting
"Kristopher, you can't eat half of the pie," said Glory. Kristopher frowned up at him, but he shook his head. "You'll get sick. Are you hungry enough to eat that much?"
Kristopher stood in the hallway with his hands over his stomach and a contemplative look on his face. He shook his head.
"Go get a clean plate from the kitchen and you can come get as much as you think you're hungry for," said Glory. Kristopher nodded and hurried off, and Glory shrugged apologetically to Nikos. "He didn't eat any yet," he said. Nikos gestured for Glory to just put the plate back down on the table.
Then he gestured upwards. Glory sighed. He supposed that kissing Abel's young paramour was less uncomfortable than kissing an ex-lover he hadn't seen in twenty years.
"If you must," said Glory, under his breath.
"Don't pretend you won't enjoy it," said Nikos. "Or is that what you're worried about?"
"Just get it over with before my son comes back," said Glory.
He didn't need to lean forward to meet Nikos's lips; although Glory towered over most people, the two of them were nearly the same height. Nikos kissed him, firmly, and stepped back. He took a long draught of champagne, just as Kristopher turned the corner and trotted back into the hallway with a clean plate.
"Pie?" he asked, looking worriedly from his father to their host.
"How big of a slice can you really eat and not feel unwell?" asked Glory, bending forward to help Kristopher cut himself a piece of his favorite blueberry pie.
