Name: Makeshift Mistletoe

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: The characters in this aren't mine

My heart pounded as Jem knotted the ivy in all directions, a small content smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly, my fingers trembling nervously as I watched him with interest.

"I'm making a kissing bow." He replied simply, not taking his eyes off the piece of ivy.

My eyes widened slightly and I toyed with my flaming red hair nervously. "Oh, Jem, don't. Why don't we just head up to bed?" I asked him, my stomach twisting and turning.

He looked up at me and held out the ivy, smiling. "Oh, here, Hetty, you do it. Your fingers are much more nimble than mine."

I opened my mouth to say something but found it no use, no words were coming out of my mouth. I silently took the small plant and tied a knot in it much quicker than Jem.

I sighed and handed him the ivy, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Jem, don't be silly. Let's go to bed." I said, my blue eyes flickering with nervousness.

"But we must have a christmas kiss," He said softly, staring up at me. His wide, brown eyes were filled with affection and love for me and in that moment, I knew I loved him back. Not just as a foster-brother. But as a sweetheart.

But what about Janet, Hetty? I thought guiltily, worrying my lip between my teeth. Before I could think about anything else, Jem was pulling me close.

"Jem, wait I-" But before I could finish my sentence, his mouth was on mine. And it felt wonderful.

My stomach untwisted and I felt a fluttering sensation in my heart as we kissed, the ivy long forgotten and falling to the floor. I slowly rested my hands on Jem's broad shoulders, kissing him back with all I had.

I fingered the material of his soft red waistcoat and all too soon, he pulled away, blushing lightly as he grinned.

"Hetty," He whispered, "Oh, my Hetty."

I smiled back at him because I knew that's what I was. I was his. And nothing was ever going to change that.

This was my first Hetty Feather fic :) Hope y'all like it. Um..yeah. I was reading Emerald Star and was wondering, what would happen if Hetty and Jem did kiss during christmas?