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As Gray walked through the garden, small snowflakes began to drop from the light grey clouds above him. His left hand was firmly holding the hand of MiraJane, who was blindfolded. As he guided her down the pathway, he peeked over his shoulder to admire the mint green coat she wore and how it caused her hair to have a glowing effect. Ahead of them was a small gazebo, which contained a simple picnic that Lisanna had helped him prepare. When he reached the low steps, he turned so he was face-to-face with Mira and gripped her waist, causing her to giggle. Without warning he lifted her. She gasped loudly, wrapping her arms around his neck. He placed her feet back on the ground, pressed his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Trust me, Mira."

A silly smile spread across her face, and she relaxed her grip, but did not let go entirely. Well, it's a start, he thought and lifted her once again. Then he rotated in a half-circle, setting her down on the wooden floor of the gazebo. He untangled her arms from his neck, and helped her turn around. Carefully, he unknotted the blindfold and slid it off her face.

Mira blinked a few times to help her eyes adjust to the change in brightness. First she noticed the strings of white lights that wound around the support poles of the gazebo and webbed across the ceiling. As she admired the twinkling lights above them, her shoe nudged something. With a start, she looked down and her chest swelled as she noticed the amount of time Gray had spent on this day. The object was a woven basket that contained bread, and surrounding it was an entire meal. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Gray to thank him. Her intentions vanished when she saw his nervous smile and she hugged him tightly instead. "Oh, Gray, it's wonderful," she whispered into his shoulder.

Gray ran a hand down the length of her hair, enjoying the mere texture of it. "I'm glad you like it," he hummed. Once she pulled away, he directed her to a spot on the floor and sat beside her. He handed her two cups, along with a bottle and said, "Here, fill these while I get your food." He watched her long enough to see her read the label on the bottle.

"Sparkling grape juice," she hissed and lightly bopped him on the head.

Gray snickered and said, "Now you can nervously sip as much as you want!" Her only response was a mischievous smile before she began to open the bottled. Gray busied himself with setting the food on plates. Lisanna had clearly put a lot of time and effort into this. I'll definitely have to thank her again, he mused as he placed various finger foods on the plates. He set a plate in front of Mira and noticed a purple grape that had been iced to look like Santa Claus. He plucked it up and held it out to her. "Open up, buttercup," he chimed, immediately embarrassed by the words.

Mira's cheeks gained a delightful shade of pink as she giggled and leaned forward, lips parted. With a shaking hand that he loathed, he popped the morsel into her mouth. She closed her lips quickly and brushed them along his fingertips. His hand tingled, and he directed his attention to feeding himself. As they ate, they discussed upcoming events at the guild. Tonight there would be a grand party in honor of the holiday, as well as Cana's birthday, which was sure to be a wild time. Gray munched a slice of bread and asked, "Will I see you tonight?"

MiraJane smiled tightly. "I doubt it. I'll be needed for the feast, and there will be lots to clean while Cana's party is going on."

"What if I help you clean after the party?"

She thought for a moment, chewing on a strawberry. "Well, I guess that would be alright, but you can't have me until after the feast."

Gray grinned and exclaimed, "Deal! Now let's have some dessert!"

Mira frowned and said, "Gray, this has been very sweet, but I really need to get started on the food for tonight."

"Oh," he muttered, disappointed. He brightened as he reached inside his coat, removing a small box from an inner pocket. "At least let me give you your gift before you go."

Gray watched in anticipation as Mira gently took the box from his outstretched hand and removed the lid. As her eyes found the item inside they glistened. A peaceful smile claimed her lips as she removed a silver chain from the box, holding it up so she could examine the heart that was attached. "Oh, Gray," she breathed. "This is so beautiful, but you didn't have to buy me a diamond!"

"I didn't," he said slyly. "Touch it."

First she gently grazed a fingertip along the pendant's surface, and she then closed her hand around it. "It's cold," she said, surprised. Her eyebrows shot upward and she whispered, "Did you make this, Gray?"

He scooted behind her and pulled the chain gently from her hands. As he draped it around her neck and fumbled with the clasp he said, "I saw a necklace similar to this one in the jewelry store, and it was absolutely perfect, except for that it lacked one thing."

"And that was?" She tilted her head to the side so her hair fell out of the way.

"Uniqueness, if that's a word," he replied. He finally managed to close the clasp, and he truly had to fight the urge to jump up and perform a spastic victory dance. Instead, he lightly pulled her hair back over her shoulders, allowing his fingers to dance along the back of her neck. MiraJane appeared to shudder beneath his touch. As Gray leaned round her, she began to turn toward him. With a quick breath, Gray seized the moment.

Tenderly, the tips of his chilly fingers traced along her cheek, then along her jawbone, tipping her chin upward. He waited only a second longer, searching her eyes for any sign that she didn't want this, then lightly pressed his lips to those that he had spent countless hours thinking of.

As the kiss deepened, Mira turned herself, resting her legs across his lap. Both of his hands were in her hair, pulling her nearer. Mira's own delicate fingers framed his face, allowing her to pull away after a minute.

Gray's dark eyes held her gaze and he whispered, "Merry Christmas, Mira."