A/N: The fact that anyone actually read my stories made me freak out earlier this morning, and so I've been reeling for stories all day long! (I don't count the Layton one… I need something that finally breaks the thousand word barrier…) And then… This came about! Right in the evening. I suppose I should thank my mother for it? It came from decorations…
Grell and Sebastian's Holiday Preparations
Grell hummed a happy tune as he pulled off an autumn coloured wreath. He loved making his house look gorgeous, and the preparation for a new season and holiday just made him want to dance with glee. Grell would surely have a house covered in snow, and lovely visitors, and hear carolers roaming the chilled streets. The only thing making it better for him was that he had his favorite butler to spend it with. It was their first holiday season together, and even though they weren't prone to really believing in the religion of the month, it was impossible for them to ignore the cheer. Well… for Grell it was. Sebastian was… less than excited for it all.
"Why do we have to put all these decorations up? We're just going to put them up again in a few months…" Sebastian grumbled and dropped a box full of decorations onto the floor.
"Be careful! That box is full of breakable things!" Grell reprimanded, then walked over to open the box and inspect the fragile knick-knacks.
Sebastian frowned and stared at Grell at his feet. It wasn't too long ago when Sebastian had finally given in to his secret desires and declared his love for the red-head. Grell had been ecstatic, of course, but the relationship came with things Sebastian would never expect. It's always 'let's make this look pretty' and 'what do you think of this on me?'… How troublesome…
"Sebby, baby, what's wrong?" Grell made a dramatic pout to replicate Sebastian's demeanor and put his hands on the sides of craven-haired man's face.
"Absolutely nothing. I simply see no reason to display such material objects." Sebastian stated with indignation.
"Now, now…," Grell took his hands off Sebastian and started picking through the box again, occasionally taking something out and placing it in an aesthetically pleasing area, "It will look so much prettier if we put these out! And there are so many memories in all these decorations… Like this one! I bought this around the same time I first met you. That was around winter, wasn't it? Oh, well, I'm pretty sure I bought it the same time I met you. I was thinking about you, then I saw it and thought 'that's the one! Just like he's the one!'- - Oh! And this one! I had originally made it for Will, but since he said he doesn't like useless objects cluttering his desk, I kept it myself and put his name on it…" Grell droned on and on about the memories that he recalled as pleasant. Sebastian looked off to the side, not listening, but not particularly thinking of anything else, either.
"Hn," he let loose which resulted in Grell's momentary pause.
"What?" Grell further interrogated, but Sebastian simply stared back at him, "What is it now? If you're SO opposed to helping decorate, just get the boxes and I'll finish it myself like most years."
"All those objects are going to crumble over time. Don't you think that keeping yourself detached from something like that will keep you from emotional turmoil?" Sebastian snapped.
"What about those letters you hold so closely! Other people are allowed to have precious things, not just you!" Grell would have fully yelled if his voice hadn't cracked from his easily crushed feelings.
"I have justifiable reason for that! Those were letters you wrote me yourself- -," Sebastian shrunk back a little, "the letters have more memory to them than presents you would have given, if not for the rudeness of other people…"
Grell stared at him, confounded, "They're the only memories I make, Sebby…"
"… I can give you better memories than all of that could give you," The butler started to feel the unwanted human emotion creep up on him and stepped forward to hold Grell closely, "I… am sorry."
The shinigami smiled inwardly for his triumph in the argument and hugged back. He buried his face in Sebastian's chest and sighed, "So, you don't want to decorate today, do you." It was more of a statement than question, since he knew that the sparkling trinkets were the cause of it all.
"Perhaps we can make… special memories today, instead," the butler smiled mischievously down at Grell and winked, "a very special memory. In fact, it may take all night to finish making such a special memory as what I'm thinking of-"Sebastian was cut off by Grell's exclamation.
"You'd be fine spending your time in bed all day doing… that, but you won't help me for half an hour to put a few hanging baskets up? What kind of boyfriend are you!"
"Well, I'd reckon I'm a good one most of the time," Sebastian tried to keep the fiery red-head in his arms a few moments longer, but he squirmed and pushed him away, "…. Just… Just most of the time."
"Well, it's obviously not one of those times!" Grell crossed his arms over his chest and glared his most hateful glare at the man.
"What about trying to- -," Sebastian caught his tongue and looked at the floor for a moment, groping around for the right words to say, "Why don't we go and find a few things to start our very own memories?"
Grell's face softened at the notion, but was soon replaced by the same angry glare, "You're trying to bribe me now?"
"I was trying to bribe you with sex a moment ago; right now I'm trying to make it up to you."
Grell stayed angry for a few moments, pondering whether he should give in now. Both notions seemed wonderful to him, even if he was playing the angry hormonal wife right now.
"Promise me that you'll buy me something cute?"
"I'll even take you to the that store with the lacey-" He was interrupted again, but this time by being hit with a bear that had large red words on its forehead wishing everyone a 'very happy Christmas'.
"Lingerie is not a consolation present! … Though it would be appreciated at a less distressed moment…" Grell turned a slight pink and turned around, "I'll get ready and then you will take me to that quaint little shop to get me ornaments for the tree we're getting at the end of this month. Afterwards, I expect to go through a few stores with clothes in them, and you will not rush me!"
Sebastian couldn't help but note the sway of Grell's hips as he walked off in a satisfied, but unneeded stomp, "Yes, darling." He smiled, thinking of how tonight he will get what he wanted. But…
A/N: I always have two notes, don't I? It probably takes from the story, but I'm a chatter-box. This turned out… less entertaining than I thought it would, so I may continue it some time… Show their dysfunctional holiday? People are already celebrating Christmas, so maybe I should have a gradual enter into their first (possibly second, if you count Halloween) holiday… I dunno! I probably will, so I have things to do during the evenings. Anyway! Hope the few people reading this enjoyed~!