@veloursnoirs said: She stood at the door, a mistletoe was over her as she greeted him. “Merry Christmas, love.”
His gaze darts to the mistletoe before it locks with hers. His understanding of the innuendo is evident in the crease of his brow and the up-curve of his smiling lips.
Atem approaches ahead, one hand moving to grab her by the waist, pulling her up close against his front frame. His hand gently glides up to the small of her back, chin dipped and his focus solely on her. Looking into her brown eyes, they are candles in that night— a spark of passion and tenderness. The rest of the world is currently an unimportant blur that is banished into the far recesses of Atem's mind.
"Merry Christmas," he whispers under choppy breath before capturing his girlfriend's lips in his own for a promising, deep kiss. Love percolates into his system, his fingers latch onto the fabric of her top at her lower back. His other hand drifting to her hip, securely keeping her in the hold of his arm. A rush of euphoric bliss envelopes him from the soul-uniting kiss. This might as well be the best first Christmas.