Daydreamer

08 || mistletoe

This is cheesy and it's a Christmas special which would've been published earlier if Bridget Jones hadn't been on the TV.

Mistletoe

The living room was hustling and bustling as my family were playing with new toys and admiring their gifts - some were awkwardly trying to hide the fact that they weren't so pleased with grimaced grins and flustered gratitudes. The tree was in the corner, decorated with shiny tinsel, gleaming baubles, and fairy lights were dancing around the room, creating a soft light to illuminate the room. There was a light chatter and natter which I chose to not include myself with as my mind wondered. By now, it was over an hour since everyone had risen and gathered around the Christmas tree in anticipation. I was watching my cousins argue over the chocolates when I heard a faint knock on the main door.

Frowning, I got up and made my way towards it, curious at who would be there. There was no window to see through yet, as I opened the wooden door, I knew it was him. It was the hammering heartbeat and the shiver down my spine which added to the sudden surprise of his presence. I blinked, eyes wide and a beam uncontrollably stretching across from cheek to cheek.

"Merry Christmas, (name)" he said, smiling at me.

In his hands was a bag with a dish shaped container inside and he was wrapped up in a coat, scarf and hat. His cheeks were rosy and eyes bright as I stood at the door in shock.

"M-merry Christmas to you too," I stammered, sheepishly looking at my slippers and cringing at the fact that I was still underdressed in front of him. However, those thoughts almost immediately washed away as I looked back up at him, smiling shyly. I noticed that he was awkwardly holding the bag so I outstretched my hand.

"I'll take that if you want," I asked as he gratefully gave me the bag which I placed on the table by the door. The chill outside was starting to hit me but I ignored it as I turned back to him. He was reaching into his coat pocket, fingers fumbling for a moment until they reemerged, something clasped in his fist. He gazed up at me, eyes not looking away as he stepped closer. Butterflies were thundering inside my chest and my breathing hitched as his hands came on either side of my face and around to the nape of my neck, a silver glint shimmering in between. His cold fingers against my skin were like bursts of heat, traversing around that area like bleeding ink. I shivered slightly as, after a moment, his hands withdrew and I looked down to admire the necklace.

It was silver, and the chain was small and dainty. The pendant was of a tiny, complex and, detailed snowflake that looked so carefully and passionately crafted and it took all my will not to cry. I looked at him, into his eyes that were shining and twinkling, a sheepish smile as he ducked his head lightly, yet never taking his eyes off me.

"It's beautiful," I gasped out, feeling the edges against my fingers warm up, "thank you."

He stammered, "I-It's ok, I mean, I thought you'd might like it."

He had a sweet, childish innocence in his expression as he looked at me, switching his gaze from me to the floor, and back again.

"I love it."

He gazed at me gratefully, a little smile playing on his lips as he blushed. We were staring at each other for a moment, eyes connected and cheeks reddening when he glanced up at something directly above my head. His gaze shot straight back at me as I saw him visibly hold his breath. Curious, I looked up above, searching for something when suddenly, I saw it. A tiny branch of mistletoe. Our eyes were on each other again as we both understood what we were about to do.

"C-can I?"

I nodded.

And, he was nearing me. Closer and closer until his face was directly in front of mine. My breathing became shallow. As I closed my eyes, feeling the gap close, when a rush of cold air suddenly rushed across my face. I opened my eyes, eyelids fluttering wide in confusion. He had a shocked and embarrassed expression on his face and his eyes were directed at something behind me. Disappointed and bemused, I followed his gaze to find my mother at the door, with a surprised and amused smile.

"Hello there, (name). Sorry that I've interrupted," she said, looking at both of us, "come in soon though because we don't want either of you to freeze."

She chuckled and with that, she was back inside, leaving the door slightly ajar but enough to stop the cold air from entering the house. I grimaced. Turning back to him, I gave him a smile.

"Um, well, I'm sorry about that b-but my mother was just chec-"

He took my hand in his and gave it a quick squeeze, halting my blether.

"No worries, I know," he whispered, smiling reassuringly.

And then his lips brushed against mine. It was soft and tender. They were cold and a little chapped but it still filled my stomach with warmth. We were teasing each other as our kisses became tiny touches, gradually deepening until we were clashing our lips together ravenously. He tilted his head so that we could augment the kiss, his breath warm against the hollow of my neck. He wrapped his coat around me so that my body was pressed up against his, creating a billion of sparks to shoot through my skin and my hands to heat up as I cupped his cheeks. My fingers were lightly brushing the tips of his hair and his skin. As we kissed, I could feel him smile against my lips making me smile back. We parted our embrace and stood back, beaming at each other. Euphoria and elation exploding in my mind and shooting up every vein in my body.

"Come in," I whispered, kissing his cheek before taking his hand and leading him inside.