Can I request Hawks and number 3 from the holly list? Good luck with the event ^^
"I don't care if it is tradition, if you try to get me to kiss you under the misetloe I will punch you!"
"Aw, why're you such a grinch about it, babe? I thought it would be cute!"
"Things are never so simple with you. You act like it's a little forgettable ordeal, but before long you're making a spectacle of it and it's a right pain all around."
He made a show to roll his eyes and rest the matter, but little did you he started plotting... That is, you did know he was, you just weren't sure how it would manifest.
You spent the next couple of days checking doorways, inspecting the ceiling, anywhere he could possibly stash and hide the mistletoe and casually "bump into you" at the same time. However, it eluded you at every turn. You were beginning to get comfortable one day when you were both hanging out in the living room.
"Hey angel, get my phone for me?" He gestured to the device on the sofa arm closer to you than him.
"Yeah, give me a sec." You reached for it, but accidentally bumped it which made it fall to the floor. Naturally, you swooped for it and barely caught in the corner of your eye the mistletoe hanging on it on your way down; but alas it was too late, and he was too quick. He'd reached for the phone as well - by now you're pretty sure he's the one who'd "bumped" it - and "accidentally" pinned you down in the ruckus.
"Oh, will you look at that. How did that get there?" You were going to kill him. "Ah, but it's tradition! I guess I have to kiss you!"
The last couple of words were muffled by your hand pinching in his cheeks with his chin in your palm. "You wanna die?"
"Ahw! Juhth uh lihl pehk ahn thge lipths!"
You wrestled with him, but he won - planting not a sweet little kiss on you, but a huge, sloppy one that left you covered in spit. He laughed about getting his way, and you exasperatedly wiped your mouth with your sleeve.
"But 'tis the season of cheer! Good will and peace to men and all that!"
"There will be no peace on earth unless you pay me back for that." You really were making a bigger deal out of it than you felt, which he clearly sensed.
"How about... I cook dinner, you pick the movie, and we'll call it good?"
"Toss in you doing the dishes, and it's a deal."