It’s a quiet, calm, almost domestic Christmas morning with him. You exchanged presents in the morning, each one as meaningful and emotional as the last—you hadn’t had high expectations for him in the presents department, considering who he is—but he pulled through this year. Lazing around in your pyjamas, watching movies, cuddling—today has gone perfectly so far.

You’d only gotten up for a moment, but upon your return to the living room, you’re stopped in your tracks by a familiar figure in the doorway. He gives you a little smirk, tilting your head up so your view lands on the mistletoe sneakily hung on the doorframe. He chuckles at your little eye roll, and leans down to brush his lips against yours. “You know the rules,” He teases you. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?”