December 23rd – Mistletoe
'Su, is there any room in this house where you haven't hung mistletoe?'
Startled by Kuvira's deep voice, Suyin turned towards the door, a sheepish look painted over her face. The dark-haired woman was leaning against the doorframe, amusedly looking up at the pale green leaves which seemed to float above her head.
'I so happen to think it's a lovely plant-' Su began, straightening the tablecloth facing her, before being cut short.
'I'm not buying it,' she said, snorting.
Su smiled in turn, slowly making her way to the younger woman, who still hadn't moved.
'If I hadn't, then I would run out of excuses to do that,' she simply declared, rising on her tiptoes to cup Kuvira's cheeks in her hands, before peppering the latter's lips with chaste kisses, kisses to which Kuvira hastened to respond with her own.