"Kid Flash, B-03." The voice of the cave's computer rang over the floor. Willow West walked in through the zeta tube and immediately smelled food (as one does with the metabolism of a growing adolescent speedster), and ran off in the direction of the kitchen. She slowed up right before the entrance, walking in casually as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned loudly. Apollo looked up from the counter and raised an eyebrow, pretending not to be amused.
"Is that really necessary, West?" Apollo said, already shifting his attention back to his meal. Willow grinned.
"Of course it is! How else is my favorite archer supposed to know I'm here?" She said, suddenly at his side and poking him in the rib with her elbow.
"You're not getting any of this food, Willow." Willow crossed her arms over her chest and let out a huff that blew the few strands of hair in her face up in the air for a moment before settling back down where exactly where they had been before. She decided to try for the puppy face approach.
"Come on, Apollo! It's almost Christmas! Where's your sense of cheer?" the redhead begged playfully. Willow put a hand on his arm and moved so her face was directly in Apollo's line of sight.
"You, " Apollo said with thoughtfulness, and then with finality, "Are impossible to ignore."
"Thank you!" Willow said, stepping back to bow grandly. By the time she was almost upright again Apollo's arm was already around her waist, hauling her over his shoulder. Willow made shrill noises in protest between laughs, and Apollo plopped her on the couch. "Now stay out of my kitchen, wench," he said sternly, but with mirth in his eyes.
He walked back to the kitchen, but once one foot was on the tiled floor, he whipped around and spread out his arms to bar the speedster from entering. Willow stopped just short of running into Apollo, surprise written on her face. Both stood their ground, and Apollo watched carefully, trying to anticipate the speedster's next move as she surveyed her surroundings. A few seconds of this went by, then Willow just looked straight into Apollo's eyes and grinned.
"Whatever you're thinking, you are not getting at my food," Apollo said suspiciously.
When she made no move, Apollo slowly looked up, remembering how M'organn was thrilled with his first Christmas on Earth and had appointed himself in charge of decorations. And it was no secret what a romantic he could be, and how much he adored Earth traditions. And there hanging from the ceiling was a single branch of mistletoe. Apollo wasn't sure whether to curse M'organn or to thank him.
He didn't figure it out before Willow, never one for patience, pushed her face to Apollo's, smiling into the messy kiss. She pulled back and bit her lip as she mentally patted herself on the back for causing that stunned of a reaction in Apollo. He let his arms and his guard down and Willow immediately took the opportunity to dash in around him and grab the plate full of food, stopping on the way out of the kitchen again only to peck Apollo on the cheek.
"Thanks for the food!" Willow yelled out, though she was already so far away that it was only an echo when it reached Apollo's ears. He blinked, and looked around the room. The loss of food was no longer an inconvenience, and his stomach was full of butterflies anyway. A smile spread across his face, almost smug. He'd have to thank M'organn, he decided.