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it still makes me sad that darren young came out and then just left "because of an injury" like okay......... okay

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Your muse being drunk after all the mistletoe and wine.

Lydia watched as Stiles stumbled about in the living room, lightly aglow with the small christmas tree they had managed to find, cut, and decorate together. Stiles had insisted that they find a real tree to saw down for themselves, and though Lydia wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea, it resulted in her arms being held tightly across her frame, clinging to what little bit of body heat she had left, while Stiles cursed beside the base of the small tree, sawing with all of his might to undo the last threads of wood to let it free.

With a bottle of wine clasped between his finger tips she watched as it swung around, threatening to slip from his grip and send shattered pieces amiss through their quaint room. Making her way over towards him she ceased the bottle, taking hold of his arm gingerly with her hand as she snickered quietly. “Alright, alright, I think you may have had enough of that.” she said softly. ‘But it is such lovely shar-dee-nay’. He allowed her to take the bottle, which she set off to the side on an end table, but before she could even fully turn back to him he was twirling her the rest of the distance so that their frames were pressed against one another. Slinging a hand tightly at the small of her back, the other reached out to lace her fingers with his, dancing with her as gracefully as he could to the soft orchestral music that streamed from the stereo.

"Oh god," she groaned out amusedly, unable to hide the large, warm-hearted smile from breaking across her lips, biting back the small snickers that teased through as he messily moved his feet, his forehead leaning in to press against hers. "Well then," she started, steadying him slightly, leaving their bodies swaying in a gentle, waltz. "Maybe I should give you wine more often if it means dances like this." she perked up, noticing the sudden serious, but sincere look across his features as she gazed up to him. It took a moment for her grin to subside, before her brows furrowed in curiosity, the light aura still heavy about her. "What?" she asked, in which his reply was a shake of his head, taking a minute to study every feature of hers carefully, intently, before his lips leaned in to meet hers. She could taste the Chardonnay against the plush flesh, their bodies coming to a still as she exhaled quietly against his mouth, both of his arms now wrapped around her figure.

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