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— 4. Both muses ending up under mistletoe together.
Wichita couldn't believe her Dads were working. It was her Christmas beak for crying out loud. They should be spending time with her, not running around all over Boston. But Wichy couldn't really say anything to them about it. They were doing good work. There'd be time for candy canes and cookies later. At least she was getting to spend more time with Jack.
She always called him when her Dads were out working. Wichy worried about them. She needed the distraction. "Wichyyyy, relax already, would you?"
Wichita looked over at Jack, who was holding his hand out for her. She walked over to him and sat down next to him. "You look like you need a kick." he told her, pulling what she knew to be weed out of his pocket. He pressed it to his lips, lighting it up. He inhaled before handing it over to her.
She took it and inhaled like he had taught her to. Wichy sighed, as she exhaled, relaxing back into the couch. Jack rolled his eyes. "We have Christmas cookies and weed and you can't even smile a little bit can you?"
"What do you want me to do, Jack?"
"God, we need to get you laid or something."
"What?" she squeaked.
"Well, I've run out of ideas of how else to get you to unwind. Unless you have any thoughts?"
Wichita's face burned red. Jack stared at her as he inhaled again. "What? Oh," he smiled. "Please don't tell me you're blushing because I brought up sex?" Jack paused, handing it back over to her. "Ohmygod, you are."
Jack fell back against the couch, laughing. "You've never had a boyfriend before?"
She glared at him, shaking her head. Wichy inhaled again as she stood up. Jack sat up straight. "Like at all?"
"No," Wichy said angrily. She took another hit, trying to let it roll off her shoulders. Jack stood up and went next to her. "So you've never even been kissed?"
"No--"
Jack had his hands on her shoulders. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about." He told her, glancing up. Wichy followed his gaze, finding mistletoe above them. She hadn't even noticed she had walked that far over. Her Dads, being the romantic loving types that they were had hung it up a couple weeks ago.
"If you want--- we could fix that." Jack said, wiggling his eyebrows. Wichy looked at Jack in surprise. Her head was a little foggy, but kissing Jack?
But she didn't even have time to think about it. One of Jack's hands cupped her cheek as the other held the weed. He very lightly pressed his lips to hers. She tensed for a moment before pushing herself onto her toes to kiss him back.
Jack pulled away, smiling softly. "There." he said. "No reason to be embarrassed anymore. Now there's a bottle of whiskey in my backpack. Connor said this was an overnight trip. Let's party hard before the old men come back, okay?"
Wichita nodded, biting her lip.
"But you have to answer something for me, first. Did you eat an entire box of candy canes before I came over because damn--"
"Shut up, Jack!"