A/N: Don't own anything of course, just writing a fluffy Christmas drabble for my dearest Mia.
"What?"
Juliet hid a smile as Shawn looked at her blankly from where they were standing in the doorway. His scarf was lazily wrapped around his neck, and she straightened it for him, unable to conceal her smile this time. Sounds of laughter and celebration were coming from the living room, but right now Juliet was far happier to be right here, alone with Shawn.
"I said, mistletoe," she repeated.
Shawn blinked and looked up to see the sprig of mistletoe fastened to the top of the door's frame. Flushing slightly, he looked back at Juliet, grinning goofily.
Juliet loved that. She loved how Shawn was so much more prone to blushing after a few glasses of wine; and how that smirk which by all rights should be irritating was somehow endearing; and how even after a few months of dating he stood slightly awkwardly, a touch embarrassed, under the mistletoe. But most of all she loved that she knew these things about him, that it was her who'd gotten to catalog all these insignificant little facts about him; from the way he kissed to the way he liked to idly wrap his arm around her waist when he forgot to be discreet.
After a moment, Shawn shrugged and said, "Who am I to upset tradition?" Still smiling, he leaned in to kiss her, his scarf soft as it brushed up against her skin. It wasn't a hurried or even particularly passionate sort of kiss; just a quick, almost chaste touching of lips, that indicated a casualness beneath it that Juliet also loved.
Shawn pulled away and took her hand in his, swinging it slightly, his cheeks still flushed from warmth and intoxication. "Ready to go?" he asked.
Juliet nodded. She tightened her grip around his hand and leaned up to peck him on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Shawn," she said, before they left the warm room to walk back home through the brisk winter air.