There was no silence in the darkened street, there was the constant tapping of the rain upon the cobblestones, the distant hum of taxi cabs and the bitter winds were becoming increasingly stronger; Raven shivered. Nero unzipped his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. Entwining her fingers with his, Raven held his exposed hand to try and retain some warmth. He smiled at her, gazing into her piercing blue eyes. It terrified him to think what those eyes had seen.
They were in Amsterdam, returning from the annual G.L.O.V.E Christmas party. Despite often being in each other's company he was sure that their relationship was purely professional... but now as they stood unmoving beneath the festively hung mistletoe in the amber glow of the street lamp, he thought perhaps there was something more.
He bent down and hesitated, their faces centimeters apart, then he pressed his lips against hers. Raven seemed tentative and as the kiss grew more rough she stumbled back and fell onto the slippery ground.
"Sorry." Max apologized, his husky voice echoing through the alleyway. He extended his hand down to her and as she grasped it he pulled her up, her body pressed against his robust frame. "Sorry." He repeated as he ran his calloused fingers over her back and then placed his hands at her waist. She just laughed and smiled, he grinned back. Maybe he wouldn't be spending Christmas alone.
Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was of Christmas magic.
A/N: I'm sorry if this is bad and way to short :(