December 8th – Carols
Kuvira stepped out of the shower, her long tresses regularly dripping upon the floor. Wringing it above the sink, she continued humming until Lin pushed the door open, a smirk on her face.
'I didn't know you sang,' she said mischievously, hands firmly rooted on her hips.
Kuvira froze for a moment, before she regained composure, staring at her face in the mirror.
'I don't. I just hum. Sometimes.'
'So I noticed. But, Jingle Bells, seriously? Could you get any tackier?'
'Hey, I'm not the one with a snowflake on my sweater,' Kuvira teased back, glaring at the infamous garment.
'What's wrong with what I'm wearing, now?'
Kuvira suddenly took a step closer to Lin, leaning in until her hair was dripping on the older woman's shoulders, trapping her against the wall.
'I'm just saying, it would look much better somewhere else.' Pressing her wet figure against the other woman, she began slipping humid hands below the woolen material. 'On the floor, for example,' she added, a wicked smirk grazing her lips.