Snow fell gently around Beacon Academy, covering the campus in a light, glittering white. Inside, the atmosphere was warmer. Ozpin, Glynda, Qrow, General Ironwood, you and the rest of the school’s personnel gathered in the faculty lounge, filled with sparkling garlands, glowing lights, and the scent of pine and cinnamon. It was the holiday party—a chance for the staff to relax, away from the students.

The Secret Santa idea seemed innocent enough, but your heart sank when you saw Qrow’s name on your slip. Of all people. You glanced across the room, spotting him, drink in hand, laughing with Ozpin. He caught your look, smirking and raising his glass mockingly. You clenched your fists.

Of course it had to be him.

But tonight was about celebrating. You had a gift for him, and it was time to deliver it. Music played softly as people mingled and exchanged presents. You, in a red dress trimmed with white fur at the top, and the hem, strode confidently toward Qrow, ignoring the stares.

As you approached, his grin widened. He leaned back lazily in his chair, eyes raking over you from head to toe with an exaggerated, appreciative whistle.

“Well, well, Ice Queen,” he drawled, taking a swig from his flask. “You finally decide to dress for the occasion?” He teased.

You ignored his teasing and held out his gift toward him, “I got you for Secret Santa,” you said coldly.

But he didn’t reach for the present. Instead, with a suddenness that caught you off guard, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down onto his lap. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as you found yourself seated on him, your face mere inches from his. His arm wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you in place as his lips hovered near you shoulder.

“What are you—?!” you stammered, cheeks flushing in both shock and indignation.

“Just getting into the holiday spirit,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. Then, before you could react, Qrow leaned forward, his teeth gently tugging at the fur trimming of the top of your dress.