Mistletoe (Shanks x Chloris)
Chloris was humming as she was decorating Shanks’ room getting ready for Christmas, she had decorated most of the Red Forced apartment for the holiday. She danced around Shanks' room as merry tunes of Christmas music filled the air; it was one of her favorite holidays. She smoothly moved around the room placing large Christmas bows in the corner.
Shanks watched her from the doorway a smile on her face, his arms crossed over his chest while he leaned the doorway watching his lover dance, she looked so beautiful he didn’t want to interrupt her dance. She swayed her hips in time with the tune, tucking a pink lock of hair behind her ear. As she was wrapping Christmas lights around his room.
She was getting on her tiptoes to put the lights in a difficult place, she was using the edge of the bed to help give her the extra height almost falling. He caught her before she could collide with the floor and finished the song she had been humming.
“Later on, we'll conspire
The plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland”
Shanks sang the lines in her ear whispering the song in her ear. “You almost fell,” he chuckled holding her in his arms he loved the tint of pink in her cheeks. He loved the color of pink on her cheek and placed a kiss on her cheeks.
“Thanks for saving me,” he said giggling, “you can put me down now,”
Shanks gently placed her down and gave a small whistle, as he took in the view. He honestly hadn’t noticed the room; his attention had been drawn to the beautiful woman who had been dancing and humming.
“What do you think” Chloris questioned tucking a long lock of hair behind her ear.
“I like it,” he answered placing his arms around her shoulder. He loved the little touches of the room; it looked festive but had a certain elegance. It fit her.
“The room is missing something,” he said teasing her.
“Like what?” she titled her head. She dug through her boxes seeing what else she could fit in the room. She didn’t want to overwhelm the room with too many decorations and she wasn’t sure what else she could add.
“The mistletoe,” he is opening one of his draws and pulling out the mistletoe he bought early this week. He had been struggling to find when to pull it out to get his kiss, but everything was difficult.
Chloris smiled and giggled a little, “I thought about it,” she answered “but hanging it on your door would lead to me kissing one of your crewmates, Or your crewmates kissing,” she had thought about it but Shanks' friends were mostly other males and she didn’t want to kiss his friends.
“How about over our bed?” he placed the mistletoe on the wall of the bed, way we can wake up every morning sharing a kiss and every night with a kiss,” he smiled a charming smile and took long strides over to her still holding the mistletoe over his head
“I think it sounds perfect,” she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him.
