So, Ursalaminor808 and I are challenging eachother in a competition. Challenge: Write a holiday one-shot and post at least at midnight (Mountain) Christmas Day. Whichever gets the most favorites wins the challenge(Please read both of them before making a decision.)! Also, we've established that we don't see the other person's work until AFTER it's posted, so I currently have no clue as to what Ursalaminor808's about. So, without further ado, let's get started!
Twas the night of Christmas, I do declare, and the day was filled with Christmas cheer. The reds and blues were finally able to tolerate each other for about an hour as we decorated the one tree in fairly cool temperature of Blood Gulch's winter.
"Aaaand... finished." I sighed as I put the last ornament on; disgust probably written across my face as I looked at the monstrosity.
"I think it looks pretty good." Church complimented the ornaments Caboose, Donut, and I had spent the night working on.
"Yeah... Let's hope they don't spontaneously combust." I held a small paper ornament that I had been fairly fond of.
"I say we open up presents right here." Donut suggested as he motioned toward the stack of presents behind him.
"As much as I wanna stay." I yawned, "I really need to get some sleep."
"Do you wanna at least wanna open your present?" He held out a box wrapped in electric blue paper with a bunch of scribbles in black sharpie.
I felt the obligation to take the gift that had been given to me as I read the tag that had been attached to it. Michele Walker. I tore the wrapping paper off with some precision and found a box. Upon opening that box, I felt my face go beet red as I closed it back up.
"What's in it?" Tucker questioned with a smug look on his face.
"I-it's nothing." I said fairly hastily.
"I thought you'd like some nice lace underwear," Donut spoke up, "but if you don't like it, I can always return it."
Well shit. If I say I don't like it, I'll sound like a bitch. If I say I do, I'll sound like a whore, "Um... I-I'll think about it." I spoke in a fairly weak voice, "I really need to get back to base."
"Have fun with your lingerie." Church teased as I tried to hurriedly make my way back to base. Upon return, I threw the box into my room, grabbed a blanket, and sat on the couch of the rec. room, turning on the t.v. to that fireplace in your house thing. I was on the verge of falling asleep until I felt a weight settle next to me.
"Hey, you alright?" Tucker had been looking down at me.
"Uh... yeah." I mumbled, not directing my attention to him.
"Hey." He turned my face toward him, "There's no need to feel embarrassed." He laughed as he put his forehead against mine.
"Yeah..." I felt my heart skip a beat, "I just... I don't know. There's a fine line between giving a present and being stalkerish. You heard me hint that I coulda used a new knife, right?"
"What's done is done. He probably just got the first thing that went through his head."
"Maybe I should take my knife and jam it through his head." I muttered.
"Well, my Christmas present happened to be a box of condoms, and I was-"
"I am NOT fuckin' you." I laughed.
"Yeah. I know, but if you change your mind, you know where to go."
"Alright." I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, "Let me go to bed, now?"
"Alright." He stood up, "Do you want some hot chocolate before that?"
"Sure." I tightened the blanket around me once again as I sat there, watching the false fire, with a smile on my face.