Mistletoe Kisses
A short SP Christmas drabble, dedicated to all the SP fans who are still around and keeping the pairing alive.
Merry Christmas! And thanks for Beccy for being my beta!
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No one had any idea who had placed the sprig of mistletoe in the CID office but after they were detectives so naturally they all had their suspicions. When Sam returned from a weeks leave at the beginning of December she skeptically eyed the sprig of mistletoe before heading over to her friend and co-worker, Jo Masters' desk.
"Do you know who put that there?" Sam asked.
Jo shook her head, feigning innocence. "Sorry guv, I've got no idea."
Sam glared at her but it was teasing. "I've got a meeting with DCI and when I get back I expect it to be gone, okay?"
"Oh but guv..." She heard someone moan from behind her and turned around to find that it was Stuart Turner. This only made her more adamant that the mistletoe should be removed. No one deserved to have their Christmas ruined by having to kiss Stuart Turner. Once upon a time she would have done it voluntarily, now she felt nauseous at the very thought of it.
"I mean it." She said firmly before turning on her heel and heading out of the main CID room to the DCI's office.
"God, sorry." A male voice said and Sam realised that she had been miles away and hadn't noticed someone coming towards her.
"It's all my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going." Sam apologised.
Phil Hunter put his hand over his heart in mock shock. "Did Samantha Nixon just admit to being in the wrong?"
Sam glared playfully at him. "Now Sergeant Hunter, remember that you are talking to your superior."
"Yes, ma'am." Phil replied jokingly. He stood aside to the right to let Sam past but she also moved to the right. Phil moved to the left this time to get out of her way but she had the same idea. They were inches apart now and Phil looked up as something caught his eye.
"Who put this up here?" He asked, taking the mistletoe down and holding it above Sam's head to examine it properly.
Sam rolled her eyes, consciously aware of the proximity and the smell of Phil's aftershave.
"One of that lot." She gestured towards where the rest of CID pretended not to be watching them. "I think they thought they were being clever, or something."
"Maybe we should give them what they're obviously waiting for?" Phil suggested.
Sam looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling. "It can't hurt, can it?"
Without leaving Sam time to change her mind, Phil bent down and slowly brushed his lips against her's, their bodies growing closer still as their lips caressed each other. When they finally pulled apart there was much cheering from ther rest of CID and Sam felt her cheeks turning pink.
"Merry Christmas, Sam." Phil grinned as he headed for his desk.
"Merry Christmas, Phil." She replied, watching his retreating back with a slow smile before remembering her meeting with DCI.