The inside of the house was all done, but Emmett had added a few surprises. In several doorways, he'd hidden springs of mistletoe.
His victim was Rosalie. She stepped through the doorway and he wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively. "Can't ignore tradition," he grinned. She smiled back and gave him a kiss.
Edward, having read Emmett's mind, was in on the surprises around many corners. Bella was playing a board game with Alice –loosing horribly, obviously, thanks to Alice seeing every move she was going to make before she did– when she got up to get a cup of water. Edward was standing in the door way. "Can't ignore tradition," he said, smiling crookedly. Bella leaned in for a kiss happily.
Both girls enjoyed the attention…at first. However, both became tired after a while of the boys popping out of nowhere, scaring them, then saying something about tradition before stealing a kiss and quickly disappearing again– most likely to hind behind another corner.
Bella bumped into Rosalie. Bella noticed Rosalie's sour expression.
"What's wrong?"
Rosalie hesitated for a moment before she spoke. "Emmett keeps popping up everywhere under the mistletoe he hung up."
"Edward's doing the same thing!"
Rosalie smiled. "So how to we get them back?"
A grin slowly appeared on Bella's face. "I have an idea."
A couple of minutes later, Rosalie was under some mistletoe. Emmett bounded up to her. "You beat me here," he chuckled, and leaned in…to meet only air.
"You'll have to catch me, first!" Rosalie said, running to the other doorway.
Emmett's face lit up as he bounded after Rosalie.
Meanwhile, Bella did the same with Edward…with one change. Obviously Edward could catch her quite easily. So she simply told him to meet her by the staircase, where there was some mistletoe with their names on it.
Edward and Emmett ran into the room and slammed into each other with a resounding boom. They got up quickly and found their girls standing together, smirking. Rosalie pointed upwards.
Both boys looked up and noticed a spring of mistletoe right above their heads.
"You can't expect us to–" Edward started, his voice strangled.
"Yeah, that mistletoe is misplaced! We can't…you know." Emmett protested.
"Misplaced or not…" Bella started.
"Can't ignore tradition," Rosalie finished, her hand on her hip.
Both girls fought back grins.
And both boys gulped.
