Prompt: Cress knits an ugly sweater and forces Thorne to wear it. ( .com)
MERRY CHRISTMAS! (well 2 days after christmas, but whatever)
Cress' tongue was trapped between her teeth as she concentrated on the last row. Thorne gulped from his seat across the room. He had been dreading this moment since Cress had announced her new knitting project a month and a half ago. Cress perked up as she finished and began weaving in the extra threads. She rolled up her balls of yarn, red and green and white, and set them in her knitting bag. Thorne pretended to be extremely enthralled in his magazine. She held up the final product and smiled triumphantly, observing the patterns she had done in the stitching. Thorne raised the magazine in front of his face.
"Thooo-ooorne!" she sing-songed as she stood up from her chair holding the mass of yarn out in from of her. He sighed and set down the magazine.
"Yes?"
"I'm finished! Now you have to try it on!" she smiled at him, and the pure happiness radiating off her made him stand and walk over to her. He took it in his hands and finally looked at the sweater Cress had knitted. It was mainly green, with red and white detailing. He pulled it on, ignoring the fashion crime he was about to commit. He straightened it out and looked down. There were red reindeer stitched on the front, prancing all around his mid-section, surrounded by white snowflakes. Cress's eyes lit up as she observed her handiwork. As much as he hadn't been looking forward to this, he had to admit it didn't look that bad. Besides a weird lump of yarn inside his left armpit and a slight bulge above his left hip, it didn't look half bad.
"Thanks, Damsel. I love it." Now it was Cress' turn to roll her eyes.
"Oh yes you love it. That's why you had crawled halfway into that magazine when I finished it. You were just itching to put it on." Her reply was laced with sarcasm.
"Well, speaking of itching…" he trailed off as he began scratching his arm through the sweater. She smacked him upside the head.
"I'm just kidding Cress. It's… very festive." He said as he pulled her in close.
"Yeah yeah. Well you know I'm all about festivity. Maybe I'll forgive you for hating it if you kiss me, Cap'n." She looked up him, playing with the sleeve of the sweater.
"Well, I gotta obey my orders." He swooped in and kissed her. He pulled back and muttered against her lips "Merry Christmas Damsel."
To which she happily replied, "Merry Christmas Captain."