She was up looking at the tree again, and he was sitting back and watching her, pleased with himself for once. She would look at it critically for a few moments and adjust a strand of that shining silver stuff she called tinsel, all the while telling him the story of how it came into being.
"You see, there was an old woman who would share Christmas with everyone in the village and get her pets presents, but they felt bad -"
"The townspeople?"

"Oh, no, the pets. Like her kitten and goat for milking. Anyway, there were some spiders who were swept outside earlier, and they wanted to help her, so they asked Kris Kringle -"
"That is. . ."
"Saint Nicolas, or Santa Claus. So he lets them in, but she has already fallen asleep so they cannot help her, and so they spin delicate thread around the tree. Saint Nick turned it into silver, and that's how tinsel was originated." she said matter-of-factually.

Completely preposterous, of course, but it was the type of story she would love. So he only hummed in what she took as appreciation for the spiders. He always liked the creatures, himself, they were rather like him. . . he looked up just in time to see her tug another piece of tinsel. Which was fine, but she was reaching too high. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards her, when she slipped on a patch of ice and fell back. Luckily she let go of the tinsel, so there was no tree collapsing on her, but he darted forward anyway to try and catch her, but couldn't keep his balance on the ice either. They fell into a heap on the ground, with him on his backside only supported by his elbows.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

"Oh, I'm fine." she said, embarrassed. She didn't move from her place, and he realized their position in that moment. She was more or less straddling his legs, and she would have to move in order for him to. She seemed to realize the same thing as he did but she didn't move. Instead, she scooted up so she was in his lap and leaned down to kiss him. The mood faded from embarrassment into something more warm, and he returned the kiss soundly.

Slowly he adjusted himself so he was sitting up, her arms winding around his neck and his around her waist. Firmly but carefully he maneuvered her, without breaking the kiss, so he was free from his trapped position, and she backed up against the wall. They broke apart for air and she looked around, confused on to how they had moved there.

"Shall we. . .shall we go inside?" she said through deep breaths, and he didn't hesitate.


A/N: I kind of wanted that to go M-rated places, but I decided against it. Tell me what you think!