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A/N: This is just a short one shot for Christmas. I personally love Mina/Dorian fics. So here is one for the season.
Mina sat at her desk putting the finishing touches to letter to her sister, Josephine. She did it every year. Each Christmas Eve. Though there wasn't much to talk about she would relate the events of the year. She had spent every Christmas for five years alone. So as she went to bed that night she felt no unhappiness or loneliness just tiredness. She sat at her vanity and brushed her long red hair into a loose plait. She opened her draw to retrieve a ribbon and found instead a picture. It was folded in four and slightly yellowed at the edges. She gently unfolded it and stared intently at the picture. It was of her. But she wasn't alone; with his arm round her waist was Dorian. He was dressed in his unusual grey suit and fancy shirt. She was dressed in the outfit she still wore today. Her long black corduroy coat and crimson scarf. Mina smiled gently at the picture. She had long since gotten over him and fell asleep with neither dreams nor nightmares.
The next morning as the dawn light flooded through a small gap in her blue curtain she stirred. She could see the roofs of London frosted with snow. She pushed the blankets off of her and swung her legs out of the large bed. She slipped her feet into cream slippers and pulled a cream dressing gown around her. She walked down the creaking stairs into the kitchen. Just as Mina stretched to the top shelf to retrieve a glass the front door opened. She froze and heard the person walk in to the library. She crept out of the kitchen and slunk along the hallway. As she reached the panelled library she could smell a faint odour of cigars, brandy and a familiar scent she couldn't place. In the morning light she could make out the outline of a man in her favourite chair. She padded very gently across the ornate rug. Just a she approached the chair the man spoke.
'Really Mina.' She halted suddenly. She knew that voice.
The man turned round and her fear was confirmed. It was…
'Dorian?'
He stood up and turned to face her. He hadn't changed in the slightest. He closed the distance between them in two steps. Their lips locked together in a torrid of passion that had been locked up for six long years. As they broke apart she laid her head against his chest. He murmured into her hair,
'Merry Christmas Mina, my darling.'