It was 8pm on Christmas Eve and the snow was coming down hard. You stood at the window watching, the full moon illuminating the crisp white landscape outside. Behind you, Jack shuffled around in the kitchen, finishing with the dishes from dinner. You could see his reflection in the window where he couldn't see you watching him.
His flopped over his forehead, soft and fluffy when it wasn't full of product. He bit his lip in concentration as he stretched to put away a casserole dish in the top cupboard, his t-shirt riding up to bare an inch of skin above the waistband of his sweatpants. In a bit over three years you never got tired of looking at him, though he still apparently couldn't figure out why.
"Are we watchin the movie, luv?" he called as he slung the tea towel over the dish rack.
You turned from the window, smiling. He stood by the couch, blanket in one hand, dvd in the other.
"Of course we are babe."
It was tradition, one started your first holiday together, your first in the UK. You had been feeling lonely, missing your family, but also happy to be with Jack. He'd taken it in, sent you shopping in the city with his sister and turned the flat into a Christmas wonderland. He'd held your hand when you teared up Skyping your mom, hung mistletoe in every room so he could kiss you everytime you walked by and made you laugh with his ridiculous commentary on your favorite Christmas movie.
Since then you'd alternated holidays with your families but he'd kept those traditions alive. You walked to the kitchen to make some popcorn, sensing him behind you. Deliberately you passed under the mistletoe he'd hung, smiling to yourself when you felt his hand gently on your hip. You stopped, letting him step up behind you, flush with your back.
Jack brushed your hair aside, pressing his lips to your neck.
"Merry Christmas Mrs Lowden." he whispered.
You turned, your arms sliding around his slim waist, lifting your face up to grin stupidly at him. You absolutely loved it when he called you that.
"Merry Christmas Mr Lowden."
He smiled before he kissed you, eyes bright as he pulled away.
"You're an awfully good looking man, you know." you grinned.
"Stop tha'." he muttered, cheeks turning red.
You laughed, grabbing a bowl for the popcorn. Jack might have been a hotshot movie star, but underneath he was still a bit shy, still blushing whenever you made your attraction to him so obvious. So naturally you went overboard, often, just to see him squirm.
Turning from the microwave you giggled as he bent over at the fridge, his sweats pulling tight over his thighs and rear.
"Nice ass."
"Quit!" he was bright red, even his ears which you thought was absolutely adorable.
"Quit what?" you asked innocently, sauntering the few steps to where he stood, placing your hand on his hip as you circled around him. On your tiptoes you nuzzled your nose along the back of his neck, your hand sliding from his hip to his rear as you moved around him, squeezing."
"Jesus woman, I thought ye were makin popcorn, not grabbin me bum like I'm a piece o meat."
He was smiling though.
"But it's such a nice bum, babe." you squeezed again, laughing as you moved off to get the popcorn.
Jack went into the lounge, muttering under his breath and shaking his head. He might act like he was bothered, but he loved it and later, as always, he would show you exactly how much.
