Disclaimer: GrimGrave does not own the characters in this story; the characters and Hyakko belongs to the creator Haruaki Katō. GrimGrave does not earn money for writing fiction.
Tis the Season…
The moon loomed overhead in the night sky, its round paleness compared to that only of the snow that was gently falling onto the white blanket below. A gentle breeze was blowing, swirling flakes of frost in its wake across the now calm, but hardly silent, city.
The peace of the winter night served as a contrast, nay, a contradiction, to what was going on in a certain household of a wealthy family; it was warm, and the inhabitants were full of adrenaline.
Was it not for the fuzzy feeling of the holiday, to be with those who mattered, then it was because of the rush to get out of the way of a love-drunk redhead who had a knack for amorous mischief – this time backed up with a single mistletoe-sprig. A mistletoe that she didn't hesitate to use at nearly any given occasion during the party, thus turning Tatsuki's Christmas party into her hunting grounds for her own private "holiday festivities".
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Nene Andou, the class-president of class 1-6, stood cool and collected at the doorway leading to the living-room where the party was at. The usual gang was attending tonight, but so far the redheaded vixen had not been blessed by Lady Luck; Torako, the rabble-rouser, had been first to reject her and making sure that she was camouflaged amidst their friends.
Suzume "Suzu" was been nonchalant but effectively avoiding any path that the redhead might lurk in preferring to hang out near the snacks and refreshments. The busty blonde, Ayumi, had remained close to anyone but Nene so she was out of the question as well.
But the night was still young, and Nene was in no hurry; this party would go on until late, and the hunting grounds were riddled with prey. She just had to remain calm and patient until someone made a move towards the doorway…
-…and speak of the devil. Here was a fresh target, raven locks swaying with every step she took and an aloof gaze in her eyes. It was the type of woman that had a cold and rejecting exterior, but was kind and warm on the inside to sort of make up for it.
They made a brief, but sufficed eye-contact, and it was already clear that the host of the party was aware of the redhead's intentions. But it didn't stop Nene from slamming her palm against the other end of the doorway, her arm now blocking the raven-haired girl's path.
"Why hello there gorgeous…" Nene purred enticingly, her tongue licking her lips. "What's the rush?"
The glare may have been cold, but in Nene's eyes it was smouldering hot in such a sexy way that it made her knees weaken. "I'm heading towards the kitchen, Andou-san. Remove your arm."
The redhead snickered coyly. "No can do. This is my toll-booth." As if to emphasize her point she brought up her infamous mistletoe, delicate fingertips holding the sprig overhead with a smirk. "And I only take natural currency…"
"I'm not kissing you Andou-san." Was the flat reply Tatsuki gave before diving under the extended arm and continued towards the kitchen. Nene simply shrugged, her eyes glued to the firm, petite rear that was hugged by the pair of jeans the raven-haired girl had decided to wear. So it wasn't a complete loss. What was it that people tended to say these days? Oh yes – Dat ass!
What she wouldn't do to get a hold of the firm rear, to squeeze it as she had Tatsuki writhing beneath her and –
"What the hell are you thinking about?"
Nene looked up to see Ushio standing in front of her, waiting to get back to the living-room. "Can't you even give us a break during the holidays? Tch. Dirty-minded pervert."
Nene smirked back at the tomboyish classmate, her arm still blocking the path and the mistletoe still overhead. "Tis the season to be jolly, Makunouchi-kun. Besides, I certainly don't have a dirty mind!" Her smug expression only grew. "I prefer to say that I have a sexy imagination."
Nene chuckled at Ushio's expression "How about it, sailor? Fancy indulging this fair maiden with a kiss under the mistletoe?"
The dirty-blonde teen eyed her with a glare. "You've got five seconds before I'll kiss you with a fist."
"It's only tradition you know." Nene said teasingly, her mistletoe jiggling above them. "One shouldn't break traditions…"
"I believe that's more common in the western world. Now get out of the way."
"No can do."
Ushio's eyes flared up with animosity and for a second Nene had been certain that she may have overstepped her boundaries. She winced, her mistletoe slowly retreating down with a defeated slumping motion when she felt a hand cup her cheek and-
-her lips met the dirty blonde's in a quick, but heated kiss.
The warmth of the brief contact sent pleasurable jolts through the redhead's body, and straight to her libido even after Ushio pulled back with a disdained look on her otherwise flushed face.
"You got what you wanted." She said in just above a whisper. "Now stop being in the way and try to actually enjoy the party." She pushed the redhead aside and trotted back to the people mingling about, leaving a flabbergasted, but overjoyed Nene behind.
"Santa came a day early I see…" Nene snickered to herself, watching Ushio trying to compose herself with the various friends that was around, though occasionally throwing a glance back at the redhead.
Could this situation possibly get any better?
… Maybe a quick swat at Tatsuki's rear would. The raven-haired girl yelped as Nene's palm lingered a second too long on the firm curve. Accidentally on purpose? Aw yeah.
Merry Christmas!