Written for the 'Oh Christmas Tree' challenge on The NextGen Fanatics forum. A collection of Christmas themed drabbles, inspired by the given pairings and prompts. Reviews are appreciated.
number: one
character: James II
pairing: gingerbread
He's smiling as he holds up the freshly baked gingerbread man, glancing from it to the girl in front of him and back again. He laughs, loud and clear, and she looks up from the book she's reading and raises an eyebrow questioningly.
"It's you," he explains, holding the gingerbread man up and making it dance back and forth in the air.
She rolls her eyes but puts down the book. "This'll be good," she says. "Do explain." She pauses to give him a warning look. "And if you say it's because my legs are that wide I won't hesitate to tip this mug of cocoa right over your head."
"Is it hot?" he asks.
"Extremely," she replies.
He grins. "I'll come up with another reason then."
She throws a wad of tinsel at him but he merely snatches it from the air with his Quidditch honed reflexes and reaches up and ties it around his head, warrior style.
She tries not to laugh. "You're ridiculous," she says, turning her head away from him in an attempt at keeping her tone stern and to her smile.
James slips off the bench stool he's been sitting on and sinks down onto her armchair, half next to her, half on her, and slips an arm around her waist, resting his head onto her shoulder. He looks up at her, eyes glinting teasingly. "You love it."
She flicks him on the nose. "No," she corrects. "I love you."
He sits up straight and winks. "I'm a package deal, sweetheart," he says. He's smiling though, before he leans down and kisses her softly.
Involuntarily, she smiles against his lips before squirming and pulling away, scrunching up her nose. "Back on topic, you," she says, holding a finger out warningly. "Why am I a piece of sweetened biscuit?"
He waves the gingerbread man in front of her mouth, grinning teasingly. "Lips as sweet as icing, paired with your hair; it needs no explanation." He runs his hands through said hair and flicks it forwards, so it falls over her face like a red curtain. "Ginger."
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. She grabs his hand and pulls it towards her mouth, biting the head of the gingerbread man right off as if to show him.
James feigns shock at her action and she grins triumphantly at him.
"I liked him better than you," he says, pouting dramatically.
She smiles. "Shut up, you," she says. He ignores her and opens his mouth. She rolls her eyes but feeds the remaining gingerbread directly into his mouth, before leaning back and snuggling into his chest.
James happily chews the gingerbread, pulling his girl close to him.
He's always loved Christmas.