AN: This was a little Holiday story I wrote for some of my friends. Since it's the holidays, I thought I'd share it with you.
Glitter.
It was everywhere.
Stuck to the table, one the floor, the chairs.
Arnold looked in askance at the sparkly bits that shone in the fading afternoon light. It wasn't as if it looked like a glitter bomb exploded, the table was clean-ish. More it was the annoying pieces-the ones that absolutely refused to be swept up on initial cleaning but rather had to be forced off the surface it inhabited by vigorous cleaning.
He hung his keys on the key rack in the kitchen and went to hang his coat in the hall closet.
"Helga?" he called out, wondering where his wife of three months was hiding. A smile came to his lips at that thought.
Wife.
It seemed the marriage indicator was right after all.
Footsteps padded down the hallway and he had to actually choke back a bark of laughter as Helga came around the corner clad only in a towel and sparkling like a Twilight vampire.
She pointed a firm finger at him, her other hand holding the towel to her.
Not. One. Word."
It took him a good minute to compose himself enough so he wouldn't burst out laughing when he opened his mouth. As it was his voice broke before he finished the question.
"What happened to you?"
She shot him a narrowed glare.
"Sophie happened."
Sophia. Phoebe and Gerald married a whole three years before them and Sophia Johanssen was born less than a year later.
"Phoebe and Sophie came over to do Christmas cards and Phoebe decided that two years old was a perfect time to introduce glitter and glue sticks."
That explained why there was still so much glitter in the kitchen.
"By the time Phoebs realized her mistake, the three of us and the whole kitchen looked like a strip joint exploded in it."
He couldn't help it, he laughed. Heavy, deep guffaws, tears streaming down his face at the mental image of the three covered in glued on glitter.
He was laughing so hard he didn't notice the gleam in Helga's eyes until it was too late.
He took a step back.
"Oh no, don't you dare…"
She pounced on him, her still glittered covered body against his, kissing him deeply.
His arms went around her instinctively.
In for a penny… he thought as he returned his wife's kiss.
He wrinkled his nose as they parted and made a face.
I think I have glitter on my tongue."
She smirked. "I had to lick envelopes, I think I may have swallowed at last a half an ounce of glitter." Stepping back, she looked at her husband, gaze slowly grazing his now sparkly skin.
"Why darling, you're all sparkly. You might have to take a shower too."
His grin matched hers as he slid off his tie.
Perhaps there were some advantages to glitter after all.
