Catherine knew the season all too well and knew it would be the perfect excuse to approach the silver head, wrapping her arms and body around his frame with a smirk in place. She held that little item above the two of them, dangling the little plant about. "Merry Christmas~ Ooh, look above you. Looks like I caught you under the mistletoe ♥" The blonde wasted no time and inched her lips closer to his, bracing to make contact.
Well… it was Christmas, right? That didn’t make it any more okay.He’s caught in her trap like a spider in a web ready to be spun and sucked dry. Had Akihiko been with his wits about him, that smirk could look almost deadly."What!?" She was clearly holding it above their heads, no? That simply didn’t count! Still, she drew closer with each passing second and he was beginning to retreat backward to the nearest corner he could trap himself in. If this was game of chess, Catherine would hold his checkmate firmly in her hands. Without as much hesitation that he usually holds, her succulent lips meet his rather… stiff ones, quivering with the wonder if he should boldly accept or heartily deny her. He goes with the former and it sends a lovely tingle all the way to the toes inside his shoes.