it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas.
Inspired by this.
Alaska was playing with her puppies as Christmas songs were being played on-repeat. It was the aftermath of Christmas Eve. All the great food has been eaten, songs been sung and now there was only the cleaning. The presents were hidden under the Christmas tree, much to her pets’ dismay. They were impatient of opening them, wanting to play with the wrapping paper (the chewing and scratching marks said as much.) From the living room of, she could hear the small-talk going on between her mother and boyfriend. A smile spread on her lips just by the mere thought of how easily he had managed to fit into her life. Her parents adored him, even though her dad pretended otherwise – when her mom wasn’t going to play bad-cop, it was apparently her dad’s job to do so.
Having completely forgotten to let go of the toy in her hand, Noodles jumped for it, attempting to reach it with his mouth. Giggling, she threw it away and watched him burst towards it. How adorable.
“Alaska!” she could hear Warren call from the kitchen, figuring he probably needed her to help him. The thought of caused her to make a small whine. She had just gotten herself comfortable on the carpet, she didn’t really want to move. “What do you want?” she called back, getting up on her feet. Maybe her mom had left and he couldn’t find the cupboard for the plates or something.
Earning no response, she decided it was probably better to help him out. Walking towards the kitchen entrance, she saw how he barricaded the entrance of it. One arm resting on the doorframe, a smug smile on his lips. Confusion made itself visible on Alaska’s features, leaving her baffled. What had he done? The doe-eyed expression on Alaska only seemed to amuse him, as he started to chuckle deeply before pointing upwards.
Averting her attention to the direction he was pointing, there she saw it. A green plant with white berries and a red bow to enwrap it. Mistletoe. Had this been there the whole evening?? Scrunching her nose in response, she couldn’t conceal the laughter that fell from her lips. “You put it up, didn’t you?” His smile was sheepish, even though she knew he was shameless. “You haven’t kissed me all evening. I had to make use of different methods.” Rolling her eyes fondly at him, she gently took hold of his collar to pull him a little closer. “You’re lucky my parents aren’t in here,” she retorted, before pulling his lips against hers. The kiss was soft, gentle, but the passion was nonetheless there. When they pulled away, Warren’s head rested against Alaska’s.
“Very lucky.”
