Aaah, the holidays, which means peace on Earth, presents under the tree, and brand-new fluffy Christmas stories for fictional characters. Unless you're the Doctor. (Unrelated note: Saw Voyage of the Damned last night, currently wishing to throw Rickston Slade out the airlock with the dumb steward.)

That, and it's been a while since I've written any Smash Bros, let alone anything with my OTP (Samus/Dark Pit FTW!), so here you go: some Christmas fluff starring my OTP! R&R!

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Who Needs Mistletoe?

Samus was tired.

She'd spent all afternoon wrapping last-minute presents for her fellow Smashers (because for some reason none of the sites she's ordered from delivered until Christmas Eve) and now she was resting on the living room's sofa, hoping for a nap.

"Hey, Samus."

No such luck.

She whipped her head around, intent on glaring at whoever was interrupting her need for sleep-and then her face softened when she saw who it was.

"Oh, hey Dark."

Dark Pit smiled. "Wanna make some room?"

She nodded, sitting up. Dark Pit sat down next to her.

"Tiring day?" he asked.

Samus nodded. "Wrapping presents for 63 people is murder. You?"

"Just trying to make the most of my last day at Smash Manor before Christmas."

Samus raised an eyebrow. "You have plans tomorrow?"

Dark Pit nodded. "Viridi has a mandatory Christmas party going on for the Forces of Nature. And Lucario, for some reason."

Samus grinned. "Link had other plans, I'm guessing?"

This earned a snort from the young angel. "It took Zelda an hour to try to convince her to let Link go back to Hyrule for the holidays."

"Yikes. It was that short of an argument?"

"Eh, I got tired and said something about brotherhood and the holidays, and she agreed on the condition that he dance with her New Year's Eve."

This earned a laugh from Samus. "She won't give up, will she?"

Dark Pit shook his head. "Never."

After a minute of chuckling over Link's misfortune, Samus turned to Dark Pit. "So, when are you leaving?"

"In a few hours. Why?"

Suddenly, Dark Pitt was grabbed by the collar of his toga and pulled on top of the bounty hunter. "I think I know how we can spend that time," she purred.

Dark Pit smirked. "Sure, why not?"

The two locked lips, and Dark Pit's wings came on them, wrapping them in a warm blanket of dark feathers.