HAIII!:DDD COULD I REQUEST ACCIDENTALLY WALKING UNDER A MISTLETOE WITH THE GACHIAKUTA CHARACTERS?:D
𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗼𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.. - 𝗴𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀
⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.ᐟ- its that time of the year, a quiet moment finds you standing close together, winter air cold and sharp while the world feels soft and slow.
above you, a small sprig of mistletoe hangs unnoticed at first, until one of you looks up and laughs quietly. there’s a pause — shy, warm, full of unspoken feelings — before they lean in. the kiss is gentle and sweet, sealing a promise that doesn’t need words.
for a moment, nothing else exists but shared breath, warmth, and the feeling that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.
⤷ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.ᐟ- rudo ৴ enjin ৴ tamsy ৴ zanka ৴ corvus ৴ august ৴ gris ৴ follo ৴ fu ৴ zodyl ৴ jabber
the place was warm and crowded, filled with soft lights and quiet chatter, the kind of winter gathering where coats were draped over chairs and the cold felt far away. you stood beside rudo, close enough that you could feel his presence without touching, the faint warmth of him grounding you. he looked a little out of place, eyes wandering as if he was still learning how to exist in moments like this.
his gaze slowly drifted upward, and he paused.
“…what’s that?” he asked, pointing above the doorway.
you followed his finger and saw it immediately — a small sprig of mistletoe tied with a thin ribbon, swaying slightly. before you could answer, enjin leaned over, already grinning like he knew exactly what was coming.
enjin immediately smirked. “mistletoe. means if two people stand under it, they gotta kiss.”
rudo went quiet. you could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he processed that information. his eyes flicked back up to the mistletoe, then to you, then away again. his ears and cheeks slowly warmed with color.
“…people just do that?” he muttered, half confused, half flustered.
enjin laughed and walked off, clearly satisfied.
time passed, the conversation around you shifting, but rudo stayed oddly close. eventually, he reached for your sleeve, tugging just slightly — not enough to pull, just enough to ask. when you looked at him, he didn’t meet your eyes at first, instead guiding you a few small steps to the side.
only then did you realize where he’d brought you.
right under the mistletoe.
you looked up, then back at him, smiling softly. “so… you understand now?”
he nodded once, slow and deliberate. “yeah,” he said quietly. “i do.”
there was a brief pause — the kind that felt delicate, full of anticipation and warmth.
rudo lifted a hand, hesitating for a second before resting it gently at your waist, like he was afraid to rush anything. then he leaned in.
the first kiss was quick and light, barely more than a brush of lips. he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes wide and soft, as if checking whether it was okay.
that was all the permission he needed.
he leaned in again, pressing another kiss to your lips, then another, each one a little braver than the last. small, playful pecks followed — your lips, your cheek, the corner of your mouth — like he couldn’t decide where to kiss you first.
you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, the sound making him smile against your skin.
“i think i like this tradition,” he murmured between kisses.
his hand tightened just a bit at your waist, grounding but still gentle, while your fingers curled into his sleeve. the world around you faded, replaced by warmth, soft laughter, and the steady rhythm of shared breaths.
under the mistletoe, rudo kept peppering you with tiny kisses, as if he was trying to memorize the moment — the feeling of being close, of choosing each other, of warmth in the middle of winter.
the room felt alive in a soft, steady way, filled with overlapping voices, quiet laughter, and the low clink of cups being set down. warm lights hung above, glowing gently and reflecting off decorations, making everything feel slower and calmer than it really was. you stood beside enjin, close enough to feel his warmth, his presence grounding without ever being overwhelming.
he was talking casually, voice smooth and familiar, eyes focused on you as if nothing else in the room mattered.
his tone carried that relaxed confidence he always had, the kind that made even simple conversation feel effortless. then, mid-sentence, his words trailed off.
you noticed the pause before you noticed anything else. enjin rarely stopped like that. his brows lifted slightly, and his expression changed — not confusion, but realization. something clicked behind his eyes.
a slow smile curved onto his lips. not rushed. not playful. intentional.
“…oh,” he murmured quietly, almost to himself.
you followed his gaze and saw it hanging right above you both — mistletoe, tied neatly with a ribbon, swaying just a little whenever someone passed by.
the meaning hit you at the same time it hit him, but before you could react, he was already moving.
his hand slid to your waist, warm and sure, fingers spreading as if claiming the space naturally meant for him. the touch wasn’t rough, but it was confident, steady, leaving no doubt about his intention. his other hand followed, resting just as firmly, pulling you closer until the distance between you disappeared.
“don’t go anywhere,” he said softly, voice low, almost amused.
then he leaned in and kissed you.
the kiss was deep and unbroken, filled with certainty and warmth, like he’d chosen the moment without hesitation. his hands stayed at your waist, anchoring you there, thumbs pressing lightly as if to remind you that you were exactly where he wanted you.
the world around you faded into background noise, leaving only shared breath and the slow pull of closeness.
he didn’t rush it. he didn’t pull away too quickly. the kiss lingered, deliberate and full, until he finally eased back just enough to breathe.
his forehead rested against yours, noses brushing, his breath warm and steady. the confident smile softened into something quieter, something more intimate.
for a few seconds, neither of you spoke. neither of you needed to.
his thumbs traced small, absent movements at your waist, gentle and unthinking, like he wasn’t quite ready to let the moment end. your surroundings slowly came back into focus, but the closeness held firm, wrapping around you both.
then he leaned in again, pressing a shorter kiss to your lips. this one was softer, sweeter, less intense — a contrast that made it feel just as meaningful. it lingered for only a moment before he pulled back again.
he stayed close, eyes locked on yours, as if memorizing the way you looked right then. finally, with clear reluctance, he eased his hands away, though not before giving your waist one last reassuring squeeze.
“okay,” he said quietly, fondness clear in his voice. “now we can let go.”
but even as the noise of the room swallowed you back up, the warmth of that moment stayed behind, tucked safely between you, lingering long after you stepped out from under the mistletoe.
the room felt calmer when you were near tamsy, like the noise softened just enough to breathe. lights glowed warmly overhead, casting gentle shadows across the walls, and the air smelled faintly sweet, like winter and something familiar.
you stood beside him, close but not touching, both of you quietly existing in the same small space.
tamsy was watching you more than the room, eyes thoughtful, unreadable in that way of his. his gaze shifted slowly, drifting upward without much thought — until it stopped. his expression changed, subtle but noticeable, lips parting slightly as realization settled in.
“…is that…?” he murmured softly.
you followed his eyes and saw it — mistletoe, hanging just above you, delicate and almost easy to miss.
when you looked back at him, his eyes were already on you again, searching your face, like he was waiting to see how you felt about it.
for a moment, he didn’t move.
then, carefully, he stepped closer.
his hand reached out, hesitant at first, before resting gently at your waist. the touch was light, almost questioning, as if he’d pull away the second you wanted him to. when you didn’t, his fingers curled just a little more, grounding himself — and you.
“if… if that’s okay,” he said quietly.
he leaned in slowly, giving you time, closing the space inch by inch until his lips met yours. the kiss was soft and tender, unhurried, like he was afraid of breaking the moment if he rushed it.
his hand stayed at your waist, warm and steady, while the other hovered briefly before resting against your back.
when he pulled away, it wasn’t far. his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed, breath uneven like the kiss had meant more than he expected.
his thumb brushed lightly against your side, a small, comforting motion.
he smiled then — not wide, not playful, but genuine and warm.
“guess we ended up in the right spot,” he whispered.
he leaned in again, pressing a few gentle kisses to your lips, soft and lingering, each one quieter than the last. you both stayed there for a moment afterward, close and still, letting the warmth settle before slowly stepping away together — the feeling of the moment staying with you long after you left the mistletoe behind.
the room felt warm and crowded, but somehow zanka made it feel smaller the moment he stepped closer to you. his presence was loud even when he wasn’t speaking, confidence rolling off him like heat.
you stood just beneath the doorway, hands tucked close to yourself, already a little aware of how close he was.
he leaned down slightly, tilting his head just enough to look at your face, a crooked grin spreading across his lips.
“what’s wrong?” he teased lightly. “you look nervous.”
you glanced away, shoulders drawing in just a bit, and that only made his grin widen.
“…cute,” he added, clearly entertained.
his eyes flicked upward for a split second, then back to you, amused spark flashing. “oh. that explains it.”
before you could even ask what he meant, he stepped closer, closing the space with zero hesitation. his hand came to your side, casual but sure, and he dipped his head down.
“relax,” he murmured. “it’s just a kiss.”
it wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t shy either — confident and warm, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
his hair brushed against your forehead, soft strands tickling your skin as he leaned in just enough to keep close. the touch made your heart stutter, and when he finally pulled back, he was smiling like he’d won something.
“wow,” he said, laughing quietly. “you got all quiet.”
your face felt warm, and he noticed that too.
“hey, hey,” he continued, teasing openly now. “don’t tell me that little kiss did all that.”
he leaned in again, not to kiss this time, but close enough that his hair brushed your forehead once more. “you’re blushing.”
“ah, there it is,” he said, straightening up slightly. “that face.”
he kept going, poking gentle fun, commenting on how flustered you looked, how quiet you’d gotten, how easy it was to get a reaction out of you. each word was playful, light, but relentless.
until you finally snapped.
“okay, that’s enough,” you said, clearly annoyed.
he froze for half a second.
then he laughed even harder.
“worth it,” zanka said, hands raised in surrender, grin wide and unapologetic. “totally worth it.”
but the way he stayed close, and the fond look in his eyes, made it clear he wasn’t teasing to be mean — he just liked seeing you react, liked knowing he could make you feel that way, even if it meant dealing with your anger right after.
the room buzzed softly around you, filled with laughter, conversation, and the gentle clinking of cups. lights reflected warmly off decorations, casting faint golden glows that danced across walls and floors.
corvus stood beside you, calm and grounded, the kind of presence that made everything else feel slower, easier. his dark eyes held yours for a moment longer than usual, soft, attentive, and… patient.
then he noticed it — mistletoe, hanging just above your heads. he didn’t say anything, just let the moment settle in. instead, he turned back to you, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
it was small, sincere, and full of that quiet affection that made your chest flutter. without hesitation, he stepped closer, one arm sliding naturally around your waist, holding you with gentle certainty.
his movement was deliberate, unhurried, like he was giving you time to adjust to the closeness, to the warmth he offered.
then, slowly, he leaned in. his eyes met yours for just a brief second before closing, his forehead brushing lightly against yours, a silent question lingering between you.
when you didn’t pull away, he lowered himself the final inch, lips meeting yours.
the kiss was soft at first, testing, like a whispered promise. then it deepened. corvus pressed closer, tilting his head slightly, letting his lips move gently over yours, slow and steady.
there was a warmth in it that had nothing to do with the room — just him, you, and the quiet intimacy of shared breath. his arm tightened slightly around your waist, pulling you closer, grounding you as the world blurred at the edges.
every small movement was deliberate: the way his lips pressed softly against yours, the faint parting of his mouth as he deepened the kiss, the subtle tilt of his head that fit perfectly against yours.
his hold was gentle but possessive, reassuring, letting you know you could relax into him. when he finally pulled back, it was gradual, reluctant, leaving only a faint brush of lips and his forehead resting against yours.
his breath was warm against your skin, his dark eyes soft as he smiled, the kind of smile that made your heart still.
“come on,” he murmured, voice low, warm, and affectionate. “it’s cold.”
still holding you close, his arm around your waist, he guided you to a nearby table.
he handed you a mug of steaming hot chocolate, marshmallows bobbing on top, already starting to melt. you took a careful sip, feeling warmth spread through your hands and chest. he drew you closer again, chin resting lightly near your temple, thumb brushing softly at your side, keeping you anchored.
the sounds of the room — laughter, chatter, music — faded away, leaving just the two of you, warm chocolate in hand, wrapped up in shared comfort, quiet smiles, and the lingering softness of his kiss. corvus stayed just like that, holding you, savoring the moment, as if nothing else could matter more.
laughter was heard against the room, music thumped from somewhere nearby, and decorations hung in every corner. he barreled over to you, grin wide and eyes sparkling, moving like he was already in the middle of a race he intended you to run too.
“HEY! look up!” he shouted, pointing at the mistletoe dangling above your heads. his voice carried over everything else, loud and impossible to ignore.
you glanced up, realizing it immediately. august tilted his head, eyes scanning your face, clearly enjoying the effect his booming voice had on you.
“YEAH.. YEAH, i know what it means,” he said with a laugh. but before you could respond, he grabbed your hand — not gently, not politely, but in that unstoppable way he always did — and pulled you closer.
the kiss was quick, impulsive, and full of energy — loud in its own way even without sound. it had that august-style boldness: confident, teasing, impossible to resist.
his lips pressed firmly against yours, pulling you in, hands steady at your waist, and for a second, it felt like the rest of the room didn’t exist. when he finally let go, he smirked, brushing his forehead against yours.
“ALRIGHT!!,” he said, still grinning. “that was fun, BUT I HAVE SOME PLANS!!”
before you could ask what he meant, he was dragging you toward the kitchen area, excitement practically radiating off him.
“WE'RE BUILDING A GINGERBREAD HOUSE NOW,” he announced dramatically, tossing boxes of candy and frosting onto the table. “and you’re helping. NO EXCUSES.”
you groaned, but he only laughed, loud and unapologetic, hands already grabbing frosting tubes and gingerbread panels.
he held a piece out to you. “here, you’re in charge of the roof. careful — we’re not making a disaster here!”
as you both worked, he leaned over constantly, whispering teasing comments, smearing frosting in playful ways, laughing when you tried to scold him.
every so often, he’d lean down and plant a quick, teasing kiss on your cheek, or the corner of your mouth, just to make you flustered, his energy bouncing off yours and turning what could have been stressful into ridiculous fun.
“HEYY!, mine’s better than yours,” he bragged, smirking as he decorated his side. “ADMIT IT!”
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide your smile.
august’s loud self made everything feel brighter, and even as frosting threatened to spill everywhere, building that messy gingerbread house with him turned into the kind of memory you’d never forget.
the lounge was filled with the comforting scents of pine and cinnamon, warm lights reflecting softly off ornaments and decorations scattered around. the air carried a quiet hum of winter cheer, but around gris, everything else seemed to fade into the background.
he stood in the middle of the room, glancing at the bare corner where the Christmas tree would go, eyes bright with excitement and a mischievous sparkle that immediately caught your attention.
“can you help me put it up?” he asked, voice soft, almost shy, but carrying that hint of teasing energy he always had.
the kind of look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t just asking for help — he was making it an excuse to pull you into something more.
you nodded, stepping closer, and he handed you the tree. it was taller than expected and slightly lopsided, requiring both of you to balance it carefully as you guided it into place.
gris let out a small, satisfied sigh once it stood upright, hands on his hips, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.
“perfect,” he murmured, scanning the room, and then his eyes landed on something in the box of ornaments. he reached in and pulled out a small sprig of mistletoe, holding it delicately at first, pretending to examine it.
then, with a playful glint, he stepped closer to you, tilting his head slightly. “thought we might… need this,” he said softly, almost like a whisper meant only for you.
before you could ask what he meant, he guided your hand to hold the mistletoe while he carefully positioned it right above the two of you. it hovered there, perfectly centered, casting a shadow over your heads, and you realized immediately that this had been deliberate.
“you’re… planning something,” you said, voice a mixture of amusement and suspicion, cheeks already warming.
gris only smirked, a slow, teasing smile spreading across his face. “maybe,” he murmured. then he leaned in just slightly, shoulder brushing against yours, a subtle pressure that made your heart skip a beat.
the space between you shrank gradually, the room around you blurring into the background — the lights, the faint sound of music, even the scent of pine seemed to fade until all that remained was him and you.
his hand moved to your waist, steadying you gently, while his eyes flicked to yours with a look that was equal parts playful and tender.
slowly, he lowered his head, brushing his lips softly against yours. the first touch was teasing, light, as if testing the waters, and you couldn’t help the small shiver that ran down your spine. then, gradually, he deepened the kiss, pressing closer, hands firm but gentle at your waist.
while every small movement — the tilt of his head, the press of his lips, the warmth of his hands — pulled you closer into him.
his lips moved carefully over yours, soft and deliberate, each brush and press filled with affection. he wasn’t rushing; every second seemed intentional, meant to linger, to let the closeness settle deep inside you.
your hands instinctively went to his shoulders, gripping lightly, grounding yourself in the warmth and weight of him. the kiss lasted long enough that the air around you seemed to still, every small sound in the room dimming until it was just the two of you, breathing together, hearts beating in sync.
when he finally pulled back, it was just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed for a moment, lips still parted slightly as if savoring the sensation. his hands remained at your waist, thumbs brushing gently, a silent reassurance that he wasn’t letting go too quickly.
“see?” he whispered, voice low, teasing, affectionate all at once. “made the holiday a little more interesting.”
you laughed softly, warmth spreading through your chest, and he grinned, that familiar sparkle in his eyes never fading. together, you turned back to the tree, draping lights carefully, hanging ornaments, and placing the star on top, but every so often, gris would brush against you, lean in for a small kiss on the cheek, or let his hands linger at your waist.
each glance, each touch, each quiet laugh added to the intimacy, making the entire process feel like more than just decorating a tree. it was playful, warm, personal — a memory of closeness made brighter by the mistletoe above and the gentle teasing of a kiss shared just between the two of you.
and when the tree was finally done, sparkling with lights and ornaments, gris pulled you close again, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you steady and near.
“best christmas ever,” he murmured softly, chin resting lightly on your shoulder, and in that moment, surrounded by twinkling lights, the scent of pine, and the warmth of his arms, it felt like the world outside had disappeared entirely.
the living room was cozy and warm, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights and the faint scent of cocoa and pine lingering in the air. follo leaned casually against the couch, a blanket draped over his shoulders, eyes glinting with that mischievous yet gentle sparkle he always carried.
a small sprig of mistletoe hung just above where you both were standing, almost hidden among the decorations.
he noticed it first, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
“looks like we have… a tradition to follow,” he murmured softly, voice low and teasing.
before you could respond, he stepped closer, his shoulder brushing against yours, hand finding yours in a gentle squeeze.
“don’t make me wait too long,” he added, eyes twinkling, and you felt your cheeks warm instantly.
then he leaned in and kissed you.
it was soft at first, tentative, a gentle brush of lips as if testing the moment. the world around you — the faint hum of the Christmas movie, the twinkle of lights, the scent of hot chocolate — melted away, leaving only the warmth of him. his hands rested at your waist, steady and reassuring, pulling you just close enough to deepen the kiss naturally.
slowly, the kiss grew warmer, more confident. his lips moved against yours with careful intention, soft but deliberate, every gentle press full of affection.
one hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, anchoring you against him, while the other lingered near your shoulder, keeping you close. the mistletoe above seemed to witness it all, a quiet, festive reminder of the moment.
when he finally pulled back, it was only slightly, forehead resting against yours, breath mingling, lips still slightly parted. his small, teasing smile made your heart flutter.
“see?” he whispered, voice low, teasing but affectionate. “some traditions are worth following.”
he wrapped his arms around your waist as you both sank onto the couch together, hot chocolate in hand and the christmas movie playing softly.
the glow of lights, the warmth of the blanket, and the intimacy of that single kiss under the mistletoe made the moment feel perfectly like christmas — tender, private, and completely yours.
the room was warm with the glow of fairy lights, faint smells of pine and cocoa drifting through the air, and the soft hum of a Christmas movie playing in the background. fu stood near you, shoulders slightly hunched, hands fidgeting just a little as his dark eyes flicked upward. there it was — the small sprig of mistletoe hanging above your heads.
he blinked, hesitation clear in his expression, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks.
“uh… so…” he murmured quietly, voice almost a whisper, avoiding your gaze. “i guess… w-we’re supposed to… you know.”
you felt your chest warm at his shyness, his usual confident presence replaced by a timid, almost vulnerable air.
he shuffled slightly closer, hand hovering near yours before finally brushing against it lightly. the small touch was careful, tentative, but enough to make your heart flutter.
then, after a brief pause, he leaned in slowly, giving you time to meet him halfway. the first kiss was gentle, soft, hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if it was okay — but when you responded, he relaxed a little, pressing closer with careful warmth.
his hands rested lightly at your waist, unsure at first, then holding you a little more firmly as his confidence grew, though still timid.
you mirrored him, hands on his shoulders, feeling his steadying breaths and the subtle tremor in his movements.
every tilt of his head, every gentle press of his lips, carried a sweetness and care that made your chest ache with affection.
the mistletoe above felt like a quiet witness, and the world around you — the lights, the soft sound of the movie, the cocoa-scented air — seemed to fade entirely.
when he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against yours, eyes downcast but shining faintly with warmth. his small, nervous smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“did… did we do it right?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.
you laughed quietly, brushing a hand gently against his cheek. he relaxed further, leaning just slightly into your touch, arms still wrapped around your waist.
the quiet intimacy lingered, the soft kiss under the mistletoe leaving a gentle, memorable warmth that neither of you would forget — a perfect, shyly sweet christmas moment.
zodyl stood nearby, posture straight, expression unreadable — cold, distant, the kind of presence that usually made everything else seem smaller. his eyes, dark and calculating, scanned the room without much thought, until they landed on you.
then he noticed it — the sprig of mistletoe hanging above, dangling delicately, casting a small shadow over your heads. he raised a brow, lips curving just barely, like he wasn’t sure if he should care.
his usual cold mask stayed in place, but there was a subtle shift, a hint of curiosity in his otherwise heartless gaze.
he stepped closer slowly, deliberately, not breaking eye contact, and his hand brushed lightly against yours — just enough to let you feel the unexpected warmth.
“so… it seems we’re supposed to do this,” he said quietly, voice low and measured, almost teasing in its subtlety.
you felt your heart skip, because behind that cold exterior, there was something softer hidden — waiting.
he lingered for a moment, watching your reaction, before leaning down. the first kiss was tentative, almost hesitant, but it carried an intensity that made your chest ache.
his lips were firm yet careful, moving against yours with a growing warmth that surprised both of you.
his hands slid to your waist, steadying you, anchoring you close. the coldness in his eyes softened gradually, replaced by an unguarded vulnerability that made the moment intimate and consuming. you responded instinctively, hands on his shoulders, feeling the taut strength beneath his touch.
the kiss deepened naturally, growing bolder as his hesitation faded. he tilted his head slightly, lips parting against yours, letting the pressure linger just a bit longer.
soon, the playful tease of the mistletoe faded entirely, replaced by something heavier — a quiet, desperate heat as he pressed you closer, exploring the kiss with more urgency.
when he finally pulled back slightly, forehead resting against yours, his breathing was steady but a little uneven. a rare, soft smile tugged at his lips, eyes dark but tender as he whispered,
“don’t think i’ll let you go that easily.”
the warmth lingered, both of you pressed together under the mistletoe, and slowly, naturally, the kiss resumed — deeper, hungrier this time, leading to soft, heated makeout, hands tracing carefully over each other as the rest of the room disappeared.
even zodyl’s cold, heartless soul seemed to melt in that quiet, intimate moment, leaving only him, you, and the tender of the holiday kiss.
jabber leaned casually against the doorway, dark eyes glinting with mischief, that familiar sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. above your heads, a small sprig of mistletoe hung teasingly, almost daring you to look up.
he stepped closer, close enough that the heat from his body brushed against yours. his hand found yours, fingers curling over yours with a casual yet commanding ease.
“so…” he murmured, voice low, teasing, “we should probably… follow the rules.”
the words were playful, but there was a dangerous undercurrent in his tone that made your pulse spike.
you felt your cheeks warm, but before you could respond, he leaned in. the first touch of his lips was soft, testing the waters, slow and deliberate.
his hand shifted to your waist, pulling you closer just slightly, the pressure light but firm enough to anchor you to him.
your fingers instinctively slid into his dreads, catching the soft strands at the nape of his neck, and he hummed softly against your lips, a sound full of satisfaction and teasing warmth.
the kiss deepened gradually, becoming bolder, hungrier. his lips moved against yours with an urgent, controlled rhythm, exploring slowly but insistently.
one of his hands traveled from your waist to your back, fingertips brushing over your skin with careful, teasing strokes. every movement — the tilt of his head, the gentle pull of your hips closer, the subtle parting of his lips — was deliberate, coaxing you into the heat of the moment.
he pressed his forehead against yours briefly, catching his breath, eyes dark and intense, and then leaned in again, lips brushing yours in a teasing, lingering kiss that left your chest fluttering. the mistletoe above seemed almost insignificant now, a quiet witness to the growing intensity between you.
jabber’s hands roamed more freely, tracing over your shoulders and back as he pressed closer.
you matched him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him tighter, moving in perfect rhythm with him. each kiss became more urgent, teeth lightly grazing lips, tongues briefly meeting, warm breath mingling.
slowly, deliberately, he pressed you back toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, moving fluidly as if he had been planning this for a long time.
your bodies pressed together with every step, heat and anticipation radiating between you.
when you reached the bed, he paused just long enough to look into your eyes, lips brushing yours one last time in a teasing, almost possessive smile before letting the kiss deepen fully.
on the bed, the kisses became heavier, more consuming. hands roamed with intent, exploring and holding, tracing every curve, every line. the intensity of the moment built naturally, growing from the playful, tender kiss under the mistletoe into something urgent, intimate, and entirely private.
the lights, the decorations, even the faint hum of the fireplace all disappeared. it was just you, him, and the kiss that had started so teasingly but now consumed every part of you both.
as the night went on, every lingering brush of lips and touch was a reminder of the connection between you, the shared heat and closeness building into a night that belonged entirely to the two of you.
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