╰ Synopsis Gabe decided to kiss you 25 times on Christmas Day while to you it seemed unusual how many times he kissed you, especially with the pda infront of his family.
tags/contains Gabe Perreault x fem!reader. Fluff, lots of kissing, clingy Gabe, pda infront of his family, again lots of kissing so be aware.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. I wish I’d get 25 kisses for Christmas 😔 anyway I hope this is not too cheesy lmaooo
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The morning light filtered through the curtains of your shared apartment, soft and wintry, with snow gently falling outside the window.
It was Christmas Day, and later you and Gabe would head to his parents’ house for the big family celebration. For now, though, it was just the two of you in your cozy little bubble, gifts under your tiny tree, and Gabe being Gabe, except today he was dialed up to eleven.
You woke to the familiar weight of his arm draped over your waist, his face already buried in your neck.
Before you could even mumble a sleepy “Merry Christmas,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. One and then another. Totally normal for you two, he always greeted mornings like this.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered.
You smiled, stretching lazily. “Merry Christmas.”
The second you slid out of bed, he was right behind you. In the bathroom, while you brushed your teeth, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, he stole three quick pecks in a row.
You just laughed, foam on your lips.
“Someone’s affectionate today.”
He just grinned and kissed the tip of your nose.
While you got ready, pulling on a festive red sweater and jeans, he hovered, handing you your scarf, helping with your earrings.
By the time you were both dressed and grabbing coffee in the kitchen, he’d added another two light, playful kisses.
“Okay, seriously,” you said, setting your mug down and narrowing your eyes at him playfully. “You’re extra kissy this morning. What’s the deal?”
Gabe just shrugged. “Can’t a guy just love his girlfriend?”
You grabbed the bags of gifts and last minute things for his family, and headed out to the car.
The air was crisp, snow crunching under your boots as you loaded the trunk. Just as you turned to get in, Gabe tugged you back by your coat sleeve.
“One more before we go,” he murmured, cupping your cold cheeks and kissing you properly, that made you giggle against his lips.
That’s when you really started wondering. You had never counted how many times he kissed you a day, but today you started to feel like you might have to count.
As he opened the passenger door for you, you tilted your head. “Are you stocking up or something? Because once we get to your parents’ house, you know you’ll have to behave in front of everyone.”
He laughed, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Maybe.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling as he reached over to squeeze your hand. That had to be it, right? He was making up for the fact that at his family’s house, with his brothers, his sister lily, plus his parents hosting, the PDA would drop to near zero.
Quick hugs, maybe a cheek kiss if he was brave.
You leaned your head against the window, watching snowflakes dance as he drove toward his childhood home. You thought this was a totally logical explanation.
But you were so wrong.
Gabe glanced at you from the driver’s seat, lips twitching. And he had a plan: 25 kisses by midnight, for Christmas.
When you arrived at his parents’ house, the familiar warmth hit you immediately: the scent of roasting turkey, fresh pine from the massive Christmas tree in the living room, and the sound of laughter echoing from his relatives.
Snow still dusted the driveway, and Gabe had stolen one last quick kiss outside the front door before you stepped in, making you think that was it. The PDA embargo was officially in effect now that you were surrounded by family.
You offered to help his mom, July, in the kitchen right away, slipping off your coat and rolling up your sleeves.
She welcomed you with a hug and put you to work chopping vegetables while she stirred something on the stove. As you sliced carrots, she chatted animatedly about her New Year’s plans, a big family trip to a cabin up north, complete with skiing, hot cocoa by the fire.
She detailed everything: the menu she’d planned, even how someone was already complaining about the cold but secretly excited.
You nodded along, laughing at her stories, feeling right at home.
That’s when Gabe wandered into the kitchen. You figured he’d do his usual, sneak a bite of whatever was pre dinner grazing material, maybe snag a roll or some cheese.
But no.
He made a beeline straight for you, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind and pressing two soft pecks to your lips before you could even react.
Your brain short-circuited. “Gabe-!” you exclaimed, pulling back with wide eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks as you awkwardly turned toward July, bracing for what? A raised eyebrow? A gentle scolding?
But she just smiled warmly, not missing a beat as she continued stirring the gravy. “Don’t mind me,” she said lightly, her eyes twinkling.
Gabe grinned, gave you a wink, and sauntered out as casually as he’d come in, probably to dodge his brothers’ teasing in the living room.
You stared at the cutting board for a second, then turned to July, mortified. “Sorry about that. Gabe has been doing this all day, and I have zero idea why.”
She waved it off with her spoon, resuming her slicing of the potatoes. “That’s fine, honey. I’m glad Gabe found someone like you. He’s really happy. A few kisses aren’t going to scandalize me.”
You smiled, a little flustered but touched, and turned back to your task. Okay, noted: the Perreaults were apparently cool with affection. But still you needed answers. What was going on with him today?
Later, after gifts were opened and the chaos settled a bit, everyone migrated to the living room couch for some downtime before dinner.
Gabe plopped down right next to you, thigh pressed against yours, arm draped over the back of the couch behind you. You knew exactly what was coming when he leaned in, that familiar mischievous look in his eyes.
You placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back gently. “Gabe, what’s gotten into you? Why do you keep kissing me so much, especially in front of your family?”
He groaned dramatically, slumping back against the cushions, running a hand through his hair. But you didn’t care, you definitely weren’t letting this go.
“Fine,” he muttered, glancing around to make sure no one was too tuned in. “I’m just trying to kiss you 25 times for Christmas. Have you never seen that?”
You blinked. “Is that even a real thing? Like an actual tradition?”
“It is a real thing,” he insisted, pulling out his phone like he was ready to prove it. “Search it up. It’s not a tradition, some people do it with Hershey’s Kisses, some like me, but I thought this would be cute too.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Okay, fine. What count are you on already?”
He smirked, leaning closer again. “Like.. 18 in.”
Dinner was a lively affair, plates piled high with turkey, stuffing, and all the fixings, stories flying around the table. Afterward, the family piled onto the couches for a classic Christmas movie, lights dimmed and blankets everywhere.
Gabe, of course, used the cozy setup to his advantage. During a quiet scene, he turned your face toward him and stole a few quick pecks, while pretending to watch the screen. You shot him a look but couldn’t help smiling.
By the time you two finally headed upstairs to the guest room, exhausted from the day, full and happy: Gabe pulled you close under the covers. He kissed you once, slowly, then again.
“That’s 25,” he whispered against your lips, satisfied grin in place.
You rolled your eyes, snuggling into his chest. “You’re so cheesy, actually kissing me exactly 25 times..”
Gabe pulled back, pretending to be offended. “You don’t like my kisses?”
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