Short Stories

Mistletoe and Forgiveness

Why is this happening to me, of all people? Did I do something wrong, God? Is this my punishment? I thought in my head as I stared over at the man beside me with disdain. Why did I, of all people, have to get stuck under mistletoe with freaking Micah Jones? Everyone around us was cheering us on to kiss already, but I was not gonna do that. I couldn't, but as our chanting co-workers circled in closer, I knew I'd have no choice. I looked up at Micah and caught his deep, dark blue eyes staring at me with an intensity I hadn't seen in so long.

"There's no choice for us, is there?" I ask him quietly, scanning his face.

He gave me a simple shake of the head, before reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I groaned and then made up my mind on how to do this. I leaned up and pressed a quick split second kiss to his lips before pulling back and making my get away.

"No, no, no!" Charlotte exclaimed. I glared at my best friend.

"What? We kissed." I bit out angrily.

"Oh honey, that was not a real kiss!" She tutted, pushing me back to Micah.

I turned my fuming glare to Micah's unbelievably warm eyes, blaming him mentally even though I knew he was innocent. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I don't want to kiss him because I hate him, I hate him, I hate hi- my thoughts flew out of my head when I felt Micah cup my face in his hands. Gently, he lifted my head and let out a small sad sigh. Then, he leaned in and softly connected our lips. Everything faded out around us as time slowed almost to a stop. I couldn't help but move my lips with his. It was a slow, romantic kiss that left me wanting more when the man in front of me pulled back slightly. I opened my eyes to look directly into his. Suddenly, I needed more. More of him. I tried fighting the feeling, telling myself I was crazy. Micah must've seen it in my eyes because not a second later than I'd made up my mind, his lips were back on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands slid down my back until his arms were around my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers danced their way into Micah's soft black locks of hair as the kiss deepened slightly. We were both pouring our emotions into the kiss. I could feel the apology, the love, the guilt, the grief and so many indescribable feelings flowing between us. I could tell we had both forgiven each other. Wrongs righted and the world brightened. When we broke apart again, Micah scooped me up into his arms bridal style and headed out of the circle. He found a comfy armchair and sat down with me in his lap. I snuggled closer to him, my head resting on his shoulder, my lips blowing small puffs of air on his neck.

"I'm sorry." I murmured to him.

He held me tighter. "Me too. I messed up big time. Forgive me, please? I can't lose you again."

I planted a small, light kiss on Micah's neck. "Of course. But on one condition."

"Oh yeah? What's the condition?"

"Buy me some breadsticks 'cause I'm hungry."

I felt him chuckle beneath me as vibrations surged through his chest. "Anything for you, mon amour." I shivered slightly at his use of his native tongue. I loved when he talked French to me. It reminded me of how we met. I had been on a school trip during college. We went to Paris, Hossegor, Bordeaux, Lyon, and many other cities. I met him there when I got lost in the Louvre. I couldn't help but fall in love at the sight of those gentle navy blue eyes. He spoke to me in french at first, which, I'll admit, was hot. After realizing I was a tourist, he helped guide my way back to my group, offering me his number. We met up a couple more times before I left. He charmed me with his accent and excitement to show me around. After talking for a long time, Micah came to America and shared an apartment with me. We fell in love soon after. It was all pillow fights and blueberry pancakes until about 6 months ago, right before we were supposed to start working together here. Micah and I got into a huge fight and I still can't remember what it was even over. We'd been mad at each other- well, I'd been mad at him, he'd long since forgiven me- ever since then until tonight. I was brought yet again out of my thoughts as he whispered, "Does this mean I don't have to sleep on the couch anymore."

I started giggling. "Yeah, we can start cuddling again."

"OH, I LOVE CUDDLES!" He exclaimed, causing many faces to turn towards us.

I laughed even harder before catching my breath and leaning up to give Micah a quick kiss on the cheek. "You dork." I nuzzled his face affectionately. "Let's go home, yeah?"

Grinning, he replied, "Yeah. Let's go home."

~Fin~
Just a little prompt thing :3