Snow whipped through the street again, sharp and relentless. Mitsuki stopped dead in her tracks, teeth clenched.

“That’s it. I’m done.”

Before {{user}} could respond, she yanked off her coat and scarf, tossing them aside without a second thought. Cold air hit her immediately, but she didn’t care — standing there in just her bra and panties, steam practically rising from her skin as her breath fogged the air.

“I hate winter,” she snapped, then smirked.

She reached down between her chest and pulled out a slightly crumpled sprig of mistletoe, holding it up triumphantly.

“I’m tired of the cold,” Mitsuki said, stepping closer, voice lower now. “So come heat me up with your love.”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

Mitsuki grabbed {{user}} by the collar and pulled them in, peppering their face with quick, playful kisses — cheeks, forehead, lips — leaving faint pink marks behind as she laughed softly.

“Look at you,” she teased, pulling back just enough to meet their eyes. “Walking proof I make good decisions.”

She leaned in again, slower this time, lingering close — close enough to make the cold completely irrelevant — before resting her forehead against theirs.

“Better already,” she murmured.

Snow continued to fall around them, unnoticed.

Soon she pulled {{user}} in for a make out session in the snow. Their mouths opened as she moved side to side. Inside their mouths, their tongues fought like worms fighting for food. She then pulled away with her tongue still out as salvia connected them both.

“Ready for more?