Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Victor: Decorating

You weren't expecting to see a soaking wet Victor at your front door.
    No wonder the knocking on your apartment door was so rushed. Victor stood in front of you, his coat and scarf wet with the fresh snow. His hair was matted from the winter wind, his nose and cheeks red from the bitter cold. He looked down at you, his eyes shimmering from your Christmas lights inside. 
    "I'm here," Victor said, walking by you and into your apartment.
    You blinked slowly before shutting the door and turning to him. "Why didn't you take your car?" you asked. You felt awful that he walked here.
    "Walking would be quicker. The ice on the roads is dangerous." Victor took off his scarf, sniffling slightly.
    You quickly took his soaking wet coat and scarf and hung them up to dry. You saw him sit down, small puffs of snow trailing from the door to the couch. You went into your kitchen, thankful that you had boiled a kettle of water. You poured it into a mug and put some hot chocolate powder in it. You stirred it together, grabbing a box of tissues as you carried it to the living room.
    "I'm sorry it isn't homemade," you said, handing the steaming mug to Victor. His fingers brushed yours, and you frowned. His fingers were ice.
    "Thank you," Victor said, holding the mug close and taking a sip. He frowned and sighed. "It will do."
    You went over to the electronic fireplace and turned it on, cranking the heat up. You grabbed a blanket from the closet and unfolded it, laying it across Victor's legs. You sat down beside him, sighing softly. "I didn't expect you to walk here. I'm sorry, Victor."
    Victor flicked your forehead, making you wince. "Don't apologize for my actions, dummy," Victor said, a warm smile on his face. "I wanted to see you." He looked down at his hot chocolate. "However, this could use some ice cubes to cool down."
    You smirked. "Just dip your hands into it. They're about as cold."
    Victor chuckled and took the blanket off his legs. He went into the kitchen, finding the ice cubes with no problem. A few minutes passed and he poked his head out of the kitchen. In his hand was an unfinished Christmas cookie. He frowned. "You know these aren't finished, right?"
    You frowned. "Well, I didn't really have much time to finish them tonight," you explained, standing. "Hey, that's a good idea! Why don't we finish decorating them together?"
    Victor watched as you passed him, going for the cabinet. You grabbed a bowl and began to quickly make some easy homemade frosting. You hummed softly as you worked, adding different food coloring to create Christmas colors and winter hues. Victor smiled and gave your nose a quick swipe with his thumb. On it was a small fleck of frosting. 
    "Someone really likes decorating their face more than the cookies," Victor chuckled. 
    You pouted before setting out the frosting colors and the cookies. Victor sat beside you and you both set to work, the electric fireplace warming the apartment and the radio playing Christmas music softly. The snow outside was falling harder, hitting the window with soft taps. It was the perfect winter evening.
    You suddenly had the urge to place a small amount of frosting on Victor's cheek as revenge for earlier. You piped some onto your finger and reached out, ready to touch his cheek, when Victor suddenly turned to look at you. Your finger missed his face, and he smirked. Without warning, he bent down, taking the frosting--and your finger--in his mouth. You blushed madly as he pulled away, a small smile on his face. 
    "Dummy," Victor whispered sweetly.
    You blushed madly. This Christmas for sure would be the best one ever.
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Merry Christmas (to those who celebrate it)!
    Victor has somehow become my favorite. Not to say that Lucien isn't anymore, but Victor definitely has a sharpness to him that makes him funny and a little relatable. 
    Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! :)