Category: Slash (Modern AU)
Characters/Pairings: Percival/Gwaine
Ratings/Warnings: K+ for kissing
Christmas gift for: MrsPercival
Force of nature
Snow is falling outside, but inside Percival snuggles on the couch with his newspaper and a coffee. The rare silence inside his flat makes him embrace the Sunday morning. Soon enough Christmas will explode around him, so while he still can Percival is determined to cherish the calm before the storm.
Thud! A loud sound is followed by a curse. One breath passes until with a loud bang the front door opens to its fullest to reveal a mess of hair, limbs and… were those pine needled branches? Percival gets up from the couch. Behind him the newspaper flutters to the carpet while he stares at the man who just burst inside. "What is that?"
"Our Christmas tree", Gwaine smiles wide, as if his intentions are obvious.
Percival blinks when in one move the object of his horror is raised up in a haphazard mess of a stem and branches. Already needles litter the path his lover took from the door to the corner of their warm living room. He wants to object, but finds he can't when he faces the triumphant man who stands in front of him.
"Cut it down myself. Don't you think it's perfect?"
Lost for words Percival wraps the bundle of winter coat, icy cheeks and a red scarf against him. The bloody thing is anything but, so unseen he rolls his eyes at Gwaine. But what can he say when heated lips sneak out to kiss the sensitive skin behind his ears?
This force of nature, it is too much and yet he can never have enough of Gwaine. "It is", he finally gets out with a near purr caused by another far too knowing kiss.
And in the end, after a makeover for the tree and a new round of extra strong coffees, he finds it is. Even when the bloody tree sheds needles and it leans over in an even more crooked stance under the weight of its decorations Percival finds it adorable how happy Gwaine is to have it there.