Mizu-chan- WAAAH! Merry Christmas everyone! Or Happy Holidays, if you don't celebrate Christmas! :) I'm so happy... my god sister got engaged this morning! So adorable, and I'm soooo happy for her! Anyways, here's the last chapter of Twelve Days Till Christmas! I love you all, and Happy Holidays! Bai bai! :3
This time, Lucy was woken not by an arm slung across her neck, but by a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Hey, Luce. Wake up." Gray murmured in her ear. Lucy sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes before opening them to darkness. She let her eyes adjust to the dark and eventually she could see Gray's features, but only barely.
"Gray... it's still dark out... why are we-" Gray cut Lucy off by putting a finger up to her lips. He kissed her again and moved the blankets off of them. It was surprisingly warm, usually, when Gray slept in Lucy's house (which was basically every night) it got really cold, due to his magic. But it seemed that he had been controlling it well. Either that or he'd actually lit a fire by his own free will.
"Come with me." Gray whispered, curling his fingers around Lucy's. Lucy smiled and allowed herself to be lead to the door. She giggled softly.
"Gray, what are you doing? What time is it?" She asked. Gray squeezed her hand.
"Time to get up."
"..."
"It's five, okay? In the morning. But never mind that, c'mon!" He said hastily, noticing the change in the atmosphere when he told her what time it was. He finally found the knob and turned it. He opened the door and Lucy stared, her breath caught in her throat.
The christmas tree's lights were on, there were only two gifts under the tree, and there were a few small candles glowing with a flickering blue flame. Frost patterns had crept up the wall, the ice not so thick that when it melted, it would leave a puddle, but visible enough to make the walls and the mantelpiece glitter like diamonds. Snow dusted the tree's branches. Lucy laughed quietly.
"Don't tell me you got up early to do this." Lucy huffed, smiling at Gray. He raised an eyebrow.
"Me? Never. It was Santa, obviously." He joked. Lucy scoffed and shouldered him gently. Gray rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's open presents." He said.
They made their way over to the tree, and they gathered the presents into their arms before sitting down on the couch. Lucy handed hers to Gray. Gray grinned. "So much for not getting each other presents."
"Yeah, we both know that niether of us would ever be able to follow that 'rule'." Lucy replied. Gray took the gift from her hands and he gave her his. After exchanging amused glances, they proceeded to take off the wrapping paper. Gray snickered at Lucy's excited gasp as she saw what he'd gotten her. She turned to him, eyes shining. "Thank you, Gray! Oh, my god, I've wanted this since forever."
Gray laughed. "I'm pretty sure it hasn't been forever. Oh, and this is cool." He added, taking the watch out of the package. He inspected it for a moment, then twisted the rim. The clock started to shift and re-mold itself into a deadly looking spike. He touched the tip of it and smirked. "Nah, this isn't even cool, this is awesome! Thanks, Luce." He said. Lucy glowed, happy that she'd succeeded in getting something he liked.
She was about to thank him again when a faint tune reached her ears. Due to the surprise, it took her a moment to recognize the melody, and she sucked in a breath. She looked towards the mantel to see her little music box had opened. Greensleeves played as loud as it had when it had been brand new, and the ballerina spun with no effort, as if it had never been used before. She blinked.
"How is that..." She murmured. Gray followed her gaze and smiled.
"Hm... I dunno... maybe your mom wanted to wish you a merry Christmas." He teased, but it sounded like he was at least half convinced. Lucy giggled and snuggled up to him.
"Maybe... Merry Christmas, Gray." She said happily. Gray ruffled her hair, and this time, Lucy didn't complain.
"Merry Christmas, Lucy." He leaned down and kissed her, and Lucy gladly accepted. There was no sound except for the sounds of their breaths and the pretty tune. The ballerina danced in a circle, smiling serenely.
Lucy didn't know what was going to come of next Christmas, but she didn't want to dwell on such things. All she needed for now, was Gray's arms around her, and her hand holding his. That was the only Christmas present she ever needed.