Is it sad I pulled the inspiration for this from a Bieber song? I think it is.
With You Under the Mistletoe
The jeers from those around them egged him on, lending courage where it was sorely needed. He was already close enough to see the flush spreading across her cheeks and the slight panic in her eyes - having been standing near her in order to hear over the loud pounding of Christmas music before they were thrust together - but as someone, some random face from the crowd around him, nudged him forward, he found himself inches from her mouth.
Her breath was ghosting his face, her hands burning a hole through his shirt from were they where braced against his chest, stopping him from falling over at the sudden push, and he could hear his heart beating erratically at her mere touch. Their sudden intimacy brought new cat-calls and whistles from those around them but he barely noticed, his attention focused as his eyes locked with hers in indecision.
In the struggle for answers, he saw her look upwards once more, glancing at the annoyingly well placed sprig of mistletoe, and he knew by the sudden deepening of her blush as well as the small smile that graced her lips that she wasn't against the idea. Taking heart, he pushed forward. Acting before he even had time to think of the consequences, he brought his hand upwards to lightly caress her face, grazing her cheek with the back of his fingers in order to gain her attention before he pressed his lips to hers.
It was a chaste kiss, barely lasting more than a fraction of a second before he was pulled away by the cheering crowd, various hands clasping him on the back as another shoved a pint into his hand, but it was one that left him hungry for more. No amount of congratulations or acceptance could still the feeling of loss he felt welling inside him at the lack of contact.
Sighing into his glass, he searched over the heads of those that separated them for her face, grinning a little at how easy it was for him to be able to find her even in such stowed surroundings. She was looking back at him, her eyes sparkling as she stood at the bar waiting to be served, the hint of a smirk on her lips. There was no way he would be able to fight his way over to her just yet, so he could only content himself with the warm smile she gave him, counting it as a promise for when they would next meet.