Boughs of Holly- Trans-Siberian Orchestra
"Oh, look at this!" Evey shouted across the gallery as she shuffled through a box of old Christmas decorations that V had retrieved from…somewhere within the gallery. From a condemned house…he had said, an old couple that had died off long ago during the revolution.
Well, they were gone now she would help bring back their memories in the gallery, from long-long Christmases ago.
"Ah, have you found something of interest," V peeked from behind a galley wall, busy wih his own unveilings. He wanted to make this a good Christmas for his guest, although he had never decorated the gallery before.
"Misletoe!!" She grinned and held a the plastic arrangement above her head. You know what this stuff means right.
The blush behind V's mask was very red indeed.
"I don't think I recall," he lied briefly.
"Oh I think you know. Come on now."
"No."
She inched closer.
"Your sure?"
V said nothing, merely staring at her with controlled yearning