Blade was never one for romance. Anything sappy or even slightly sweet made him scoff and roll his eyes. But for some reason, this year, around this Christmas, he had been seemingly loosening up a bit. Kisses didn't make his nose wrinkle anymore - clinginess didn't paint a permanent scowl on his face.

You'd been decorating the house for the holiday season, something you'd done alone basically every year. Well, alone... until Blade cleared his throat.

"Come here." He grumbled, gesturing for you to come under the doorway. As soon as you obliged, he pulled you into a deep kiss. Blade let out a soft chuckle at your astonishment. Pointing to the roof, showing the leaf of mistletoe hanging above your heads.

"Mistletoe." As if it wasn't obvious.