I decided to make an advent calendar for our favorite clones! It's going to be a new story every day. They're mostly just fluff, sometimes a bit suggestive or angsty, but all in all, sfw!
(p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes!)
a/n: this is the seventh fic for my advent calendar! i hope you enjoy!
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"Be careful!" You call out to Tup and hold the ladder. You almost can't watch him.
You are standing in your snowy garden and trying to hang up the Christmas lights for this year. Tup is standing on top of the ladder you are holding, trying to attach the lights to the gutter.
"No worries, I got it!" he assures you, swaying a little bit. If he falls, he won't even be able to catch himself due to his hands being full of wires and small light bulbs.
"Please, just don't fall," you say again, hoping he means what he says.
"Almost done!" he calls a few minutes later, securing the last bit of the fairy lights.
Shaking your head, you watch him climb down the ladder again and step to the side so he won't fall on you on the last bit.
"Looks nice! Well done," you say as he stands next to you on the ground again.
"Thanks for your help," he smiles at you.
"Of course, what's next?" you ask him, rocking back and forth on your heels, clasping your hands together behind your back.
"I'm almost done. Just this one thing..." Tup says and starts to rummage through his pockets. After a few seconds, he pulls out a small bundle made of pretty green leaves and white berries. The branches are tied together with a red ribbon.
"A mistletoe?" you ask with big eyes.
"Yeah, you... said you always wanted to kiss someone under one of these," Tup nods, his cheeks turning pink.
"Oh, Tup! Wasn't that like a lifetime ago?" you want to know happily, but throw your arms around his neck, ready to fulfill the purpose of the mistletoe.
"Well, now you're exaggerating," he smiles while he slowly lifts his hand with the green branches over his head.
With a quiet snort, you close your eyes and lean into him.
He meets you halfway, wraps his arms around you, and closes the small space left between you.
His lips are warm and soft, just as always. You harmonize perfectly.
Sighing, you melt against him, relishing the feeling of his lips moving against yours and being captivated by his warmth and amazing scent.
One kiss turns into more, and soon he carefully places his arms on your hips and pulls you closer to his body, deepening the kiss. You bury your hands in his hair, slowly starting to untie his bun so you can play with his dark curls.
After some time, you move away from each other again, still smiling and looking into each other's eyes. His hair is kind of standing in all directions, but you like the mess you left and the red glint on his face.
"Well, I could get used to that. We should leave it hanging on the door all year," he grins and gives you another small kiss before running right to the door to stick the mistletoe to it.
"It's not like you can't just ask for a kiss every time you want to," you chuckle lightly, happy about his enthusiasm about kissing you.
