Bruce walked into the lab, and groaned. There was mistletoe everywhere, coating every single workbench and table top. "Tony…" He called out. "Your subtly never ceases to astound me."
A laugh came from underneath one of the surfaces, and Tony popped his head up grinning. "Oh, look, Bruce." He simpered, eyes twinkling. "There's some mistletoe. I think we'd better-"
Bruce crossed the room in two strides and pulled Tony towards him, their lips crashing together. "Did I really need any persuading?" He whispered, laughing.
"Then, guess where I hid the rest?" Tony smirked.
"As I said previously; no coercing necessary."