Disclaimer: I don't own any songs used, nor do I own Instant Star.
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
You're a mean
one, Mr. Grinch,
You really are a heel
Jude tore her eyes from the TV, spinning around on the couch like a kid, screaming loudly into the kitchen, "Tommy! Get your ass in here—it's on!"
"Just a sec," came a faint reply from the other room.
Glancing out the bay window across the den before turning back to the cartoon, Jude wrapped the red fleece blanket closer around her.
"I really hope that the snow lets up," she said, looking up and smiling as she saw Tommy enter the room, "I want everyone to come to our party."
Dropping down onto the couch next to her, Tom rolled his eyes, "It's just a little snow. Now give me some of that blanket."
As he reached to grab the blanket, she jumped away from him, curling into a ball on the other end of the couch. They'd been together since just before her eighteenth birthday, just over two years.
Laughing as he flung himself on top of her, his hands roaming her sides, trying to find that one spot, she shrieked, "Tom-No! No Tickling! Get your own damn blanket!"
Shoving him off of her, he rolled off of the couch into a heap on the ground, looking up at her with a puppy dog face, "After all the work I did today—slaving away in a hot kitchen, making pounds of food for your friends—this is the thanks I get?" he asked, feigning hurt, "Really makes me feel the holiday spirit Jude."
"Oh shut up. First," she began, reaching down to wipe a stray flour mark off of his cheek, "They're your friends too. And second—who was the one that wouldn't LET me in the kitchen to help? Blame yourself, and keep your hands off my blanket."
Crossing her arms over her chest, she tried her best to put on an angry face before collapsing into giggles, allowing herself to be pulled down on top of him, her soft mint-green sweater falling farther off of her shoulders.
Cupping his hands around her face, pulling her closer until her forehead rested against his, he rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, "But Jude," Tom said, opening his eyes wide, mocking her, "we don't want our friends to die from food poisoning—and we know what happens when you cook."
Gasping, Jude playfully smacked at him before allowing herself to be pulled into a chaste kiss, before pushing away, standing up and offering him a hand.
"Let's watch the movie—it's a Harrison tradition! You always watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas—and since we're living together, it's a Tommy and Jude tradition now," she said, settling back into her place on the couch.
"I just don't see the appeal of a children's cartoon made twenty years ago," Tommy whined, rolling up off of the floor, "At least share the blanket with me?"
Fixing her with a sad look, he stuck out his lower lip, whimpering softly, in mock sadness.
"Fine," she sighed, lifting up the blanket, giving him space to slide behind her, "I guess I can deal with you next to me."
"You can 'deal'?" he asked, crawling onto the couch, and wrapping her arms around her waist before nuzzling her neck.
"That's certainly not what you were saying last night," He whispered into her ear, allowing his lips to graze the sensitive skin.
Ignoring his advances, Jude slapped at his wandering hands.
"Shush," she commanded, pointing to the TV, "Watch."