Title: Mistletoe
Author: Aiseki Anrui
Pairing: Will/Bran (no like, no read)
Summary: "Oh dear." Awkwardness. A blush. "What do we do?"
Disclaimer: If I owned TDIR, there'd be much lessDrewsand a lot more snogging.
Author's Note: I wrote this five minutes ago, and its an experiment. Not only is this a test run fandom-wise (I have never written a TDIR fanfic, though I have lurked about in this fandom for years), but this is also a style test. I've read a few fics in this 'minimalistic' style, and as I enjoy reading it, I thought I'd try my hand at it. So... yes. Two firsts here. I hope you enjoy.
Mistletoe
Laughing. Talking. Stop. Glance up. Time to turn red.
Silence.
"Oh dear." Awkwardness. A blush. "What do we do?"
Raise eyebrow. "Well, what do you think?" Prompting.
"I… I don't know." Look away. Embarrassment. Unease.
"Oh come on, Will." Disbelief. "Don't you know what you're supposed to do under mistletoe?" Amused glance.
"Of course, but…" Hesitation. Bite lip.
"But what?" Questioning look. Hint of worry.
"I… but we're-" Uncertainty. Shaky breath . "Well, maybe."
"Stupid Englishmen, always spoiling the fun." Annoyance. Roll eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Irritation. Angry glare.
Crooked grin. "Nothing, bach. Just come here already." Pull.
Lips. Mouth. Soft.
Hand. Waist. Warm.
Touch. Taste. Sound.
Kiss.
All I want for Christmas is a few reviews... flames are accepted, and even enjoyed. I love to eat them on toast with jam.
Happy Holidays- Aiseki.