A Drabble A Day #5: Mistletoe
Claude stared at the top of the doorframe in disbelief. Hanging there was a sprig of mistletoe.
"Peter! What's the meaning of this?"
"What? Oh, that?" asked Peter innocently. "Decoration. We've already got lights, so I thought we needed something green."
"Yeah, but we don't need a little bush hanging from the ceiling," Claude snorted. "Besides, it hits me head when I walk through the doorway, you've got it too low."
Peter folded his arms across his chest. "I'm not moving it," he stated with the firmness of a boy who refused to go to the dentist. "It's there for a reason."
"And what reason is that?"
The young man blushed. "Don't tell me you've never heard..."
Claude raised an eyebrow. Unexpectedly, he almost felt himself blush, too. "You want that? You really want that?"
Peter nodded. "Plus... we're right underneath it."
The older man looked up in horror to see the green demon hanging right above their heads, and since Peter had walked over to him, there was only one thing to do:
Kiss.
One that actually felt pretty nice.
So nice a kiss that Claude no longer saw a need to take down the little plant. In fact, he thought about placing them in every doorway in the house.
A/N: Another double drabble. These are easier to write. And finally, the slash is here!