A/N: Hello guys, just a quick note before the very last chapter: thanks to each and everyone of you who has read, liked or commented these little stories. The feedback has been fantastic, and I'm very grateful. Merry Christmas everyone, and have a lovely day! x Wil.
December 24th – Mulled Wine
'Can you believe it, Beifong?'
Lin raised a single eyebrow at Kuvira, silently prompting her to go on.
'Eight months, and we still haven't murdered one another.'
Lin closed her eyes to better bask in the heartwarming scent of wine and spices rising from her cup.
'I still wouldn't push my luck if I were you,' Lin calmly stated. 'You are still the most gigantic pain in the neck I've ever had the chance to encounter.'
'And you simply wouldn't have it any other way, dear' Kuvira laughed softly, clinking her cup with Lin's.
'Feeling confident, I see,' Lin said with the smallest of smiles. Shuffling closer to Kuvira, Lin suddenly put her cup down on the table next to her, before wrapping her arms around Kuvira's waist. 'Did I ever mention how arousing that was?'
Their mouth were pressed together a mere second later, urgent and possessive, and Lin caught herself thinking that, one day, she would have to tell Kuvira just how right she had been. She wouldn't have it any other way.