[spending christmas together]
You were at peak happiness, you were sure of it.
You laid curled up with Seth on the couch of Emily and Sam's house, Michael Buble's Christmas album playing softly in the background in the kitchen. Laughter and voices fill the room, mixed with the T.V. playing Home Alone, which you and Seth were watching in the company of Quil and Claire.
The scent of freshly baked cookies hung in the air, mouthwatering and comforting. To fight the bitter cold and pouring rain, the entire pack and some of their family members were huddled inside the adorable, cozy home. You were sleepy, the warmth of Seth's body and the blanket and fireplace finally getting to you.
However, you had one goal, which you had patiently been waiting for the entire movie sequence to happen. You turn towards Seth, your legs straddle his hips, and grin at him. In perfect timing, you whisper, "Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal."
He howls with laughter, and you giggle along with him before leaning forward to press a kiss to the bottom of his chin, before snuggling into his chest, burying your head. You felt him pull the blanket tighter around you, pressing a soft yet prominent kiss against your head.
This was the happiest Christmas you had had in a long time.
And, well, if you fell asleep in Seth's arms, who could blame you, really?