Over The Mistletoe
Plink!
Blair groaned.
Jim sighed and hung his head.
Felicity batted the round red ball she'd just knocked down off the Christmas tree across the floor. It hit the green ball she'd knocked down before the red one, which then bounced off the gold one she'd knocked down before that, before finally coming to stop a scant few inches away from the very first ornament she'd knocked down, a miniature gilt menorah.
"Maybe getting a full-size Christmas tree instead of one of those little desktop jobs like we usually do wasn't such a good idea," Blair finally conceded.
Cocking an eyebrow at his lover, Jim said, voice deadpan, "No, really, Chief?"
Glaring at Jim with annoyance, Blair said, "Well, if you'd gone with my suggestion to keep the ornaments away from the bottom foot of the tree, they wouldn't be low enough for her to reach."
Felicity batted down a silver ball and thwapped it towards the gold one. It bounced back and forth between it and the wall three times before finally spinning to a stop.
"If you hadn't bought so many of those colored balls, I might have found room to hang them higher," Jim returned.
A plastic Disney ornament of Buzz Lightyear and Sheriff Woody was pawed at, but it refused to be budged. Felicity moved on to one of the candycanes.
"If you didn't have a Charlie Brown complex when it came to trees, the fir would be tall enough to have room for all of them," Blair shot back heatedly.
Felicity finally managed to knock down one of the candycanes adorning the tree. She sniffed at the striped treat, then sneezed as the overpowering smell of peppermint and cinnamon invaded her sensitive nostrils. She scampered away towards the stairs, and, looking up, found another decoration that caught her interest.
"If you'd let me eat more of the candycanes, there'd be room on our perfectly sized tree," Jim returned, voice even and sharp enough to cut glass.
"Mmrow," Felicity said, causing the two men to look down. There Felicity sat, with the sprig of mistletoe from above the loft steps nested firmly between her paws, as she was firmly between them.
A few moments passed in contemplation of the ridiculousness of their argument. Blair gave a little snort, and Jim's lips quirked up.
"We're being silly, huh, Big Guy," Blair said.
"A pair of fools, Chief," Jim agreed.
"Meerow!" Felicity hissed imperiously, staring at them pointedly.
"Kiss and make-up?" they said together. Both of them broke out into matching grins and leaned forward to share a kiss over the mistletoe.
Felicity gave a little cat smile and went off to play with her shiny new toys – leaving the mistletoe behind on the floor.
Not that Jim and Blair would need it.