Scömíche Fluff One Shots

Scömíchemas- Merry Christmas

**A/N: They're married in this one too hehe

Mitch woke up that morning excited and full of energy. He sat up and looked over at Scott, who was still sleeping next to him, on his back with one hand behind his head and the other on his chest. He didn't want to wait for him to wake up on his own, so he just decided to wake him up. "Scott, wake up! It's Christmas!" he exclaimed as he shifted to his knees and pounced on his husband, who groaned and rolled to his stomach as he was woken up, knocking Mitch off of him. "The hell?" he mumbled sleepily. "Baby, it's Christmas! Come on!" Mitch said, standing up and tugging on Scott's hand to pull him out of bed. Scott just groaned again.

Mitch then climbed back onto the bed, nudging Scott's legs apart and laying down on top of him, his chest on Scott's back and his chin in between Scott's shoulder blades. He let his legs lay in between Scott's legs. "Come on, Scotty! It's the best holiday of the yearrr!" he exclaimed, pouting and tugging on Scott's bicep now. "Sweetheart, I can't get up if you're laying on top of me," he said. "Fine. Just hurry up!" Mitch exclaimed, climbing off of Scott and standing at the side of the bed.

Scott pushed himself up and out of bed to go downstairs. By the time he had fully stood up, Mitch had already gone out the door and was halfway down the staircase, basically running to get to the living room faster. Scott shook his head and laughed as he watched Mitch eagerly go over to the lit-up tree. He stopped in the kitchen to make some coffee. "Go ahead and get your stocking, baby," Scott said, pointing at the mantle through the window from the kitchen to the living room. "Can I have some coffee?" Mitch asked. "Of course, sweetheart. I'll get you some when it's done," Scott answered.

Mitch walked over to the mantle and grabbed the stocking that had Queen Mitchy embroidered across the front in white lettering. He then sat down on the couch. Wyatt, who was wearing a little sweater to keep warm, stalked over and jumped into his lap. "Not now, Wy Wy," Mitch said, gently picking him up and setting him down next to him.

Scott made two mugs of coffee and handed one to Mitch, sitting on the other side of Wyatt. "Thanks, hon," Mitch said as he leaned over and softly pecked Scott's lips. "Go get your stocking," Mitch instructed. Scott stood up and went to get his stocking, which had King Scotty embroidered across the front in white lettering like Mitch's. "Let's open them up. You can go first," Scott suggested.

Mitch nodded and reached into his stocking. He pulled out a bag of Hershey's Kisses. "Just in case real kisses aren't enough?" he teased. Scott laughed. "There's more," he said. Mitch reached in again and pulled out a bottle of dark red nail polish. "Oh my God. I'm so going to use this!" he said. Scott nodded toward the stocking again and smirked at Mitch. "Are you silently telling me there's even more?" Mitch asked. Scott nodded. "I filled it as much as I could," he said.

Mitch continued to pull stuff out of his stocking until it was empty. "Thank you, babe. Now it's your turn," he said, gesturing toward the stocking Scott was holding in his lap. Scott opened it up and pulled out a king-sized Twix bar. "Oh my God! I'm going to go through this so fast," he said. Mitch nodded toward the stocking again, silently telling Scott that there was more stuff in it. Scott reached in again and pulled out a small Rilakkuma plush. "Mitchy, this is so cute! I'm definitely putting this on our bed," he commented.

Soon, Scott was done with his stocking, so he stood up and started walking over to the tree. "Let's get our presents open before our families get here," he suggested. He then picked up one of the presents and checked the gift tag. "This one's for you, baby. It's from me," he said, holding it out to Mitch. Mitch took it and set it on his lap, waiting for Scott to sit back down. When he did, he gave Mitch the go-ahead and Mitch began to open the gift.

Mitch pulled the wrapping paper off to reveal a clothing box. He lifted the lid off of it and pulled out a beautiful pink Gucci fur coat. "Scott, this is beautiful. Thank you!" he said. "Merry Christmas, baby. That's just one of your many gifts," Scott replied. "How many things did you buy for me?" Mitch asked. "A lot," Scott said, smiling shyly at Mitch.