SILLY LITTLE LIFE

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

( prompt: "Don't do this." )

"Angel, I dunno why you're buggin' about mistletoe. Ya kiss under it. Why d'you gotta be difficult?"

Silver gave me a look and I shrugged, sipping my apple cider and attempting to ignore him, but I was failing.

"A piece of greenery shouldn't dictate when I kiss someone," I explained, for the three hundreth time. "Kissing on cue is bullshit."

"Your logic is bullshit," Silver muttered.

"If Spot Conlon wants to kiss me, he can do it on his own time. Not under the damn mistletoe," I informed him.

The pitiful Christmas party continued and not once did Spot mention the mistletoe that I was avoiding, hung up from one of the rafters, glaring at me.

"Angel, look!" Sneak called, holding his own mistletoe as he bumped into me. "Now you have to kiss me."

I thought about it and then leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The boys around us catcalled and Sneak's face turned beat red. "There you go, Sneaky. Merry Christmas."

Laughing, I took the stairs and walked into Spot's room, seeing that the candle had been blown out. Mouse had lit it earlier, since I'd informed him that Irish tradition called for the youngest member of the household to light the candle, which would inform Mary and Joseph that it was safe to stay here, should they need a place to stop and rest.

I found a beaten up match in my pocket, struck it on my boot and light the candle again myself.

"What're ya doing up here, Angel?" I heard Spot ask from behind me.

I turned and smiled at him. "Re-lighting the candle. What are you doing here?"

"Came looking for you when I couldn't find you," he admitted, looking away as he rubbed his neck. Goodness, we'd been through hell together and he still was embarrassed to admit that he needed to keep me in viewing range?

I shuffled over to him and folded my arms around his middle. "Well, here I am."

His eyes softened. "Here you are," he murmured in agreement. "Now, I hate tricking you, but this was the only way to get what I want."

"What?" I asked, confused.

He looked up casually and I followed his eyes. There, perched innocently on the frame of the door, was mistletoe. And we were under it. Damn him. Seriously, utterly damn him.

"Oh, you are a fine piece of work, Sean Albert Conlon," I said quietly, leveling green eyes at his smug little grin.

"Aren't I?" he said gleefully, like a child who was caught stealing and was peering at a parent he knew wouldn't punish him. "You gonna kiss me or what, Liss?"

"No, I'm not going to kiss you!" I exclaimed, and then gave him the stink eye. "You tricked me!"

"It was the only way to get what I want," he explained again, calmly. "Why can't you just kiss me, Liss? You kiss me lots of times."

I wrinkled my nose. "Yeah, I kiss you lots of times," I agreed. "I don't want a piece of greenery to dictate when I kiss you. That's stupid."

He nodded slowly and then gripped my elbows, pressing me against the frame of the door. I glared at him and he gave me this awful fox grin.

"Don't do this, Conlon," I threatened.

He shrugged and then pressed his mouth against mine. I was so irritated with him seconds before this, honestly seconds before, but it melted when his mouth touched mine. He held me tightly for a few moments, probably afraid I was going to bolt, but since I was fighting it, his hands moved down to my hips. I folded my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Spot pulled back slowly and rested his forehead against mine. "Still mad at me, doll?"

I smiled at him. "Yes."

So, yeah, this is my Christmas drabble. And I missed Sneak, so that's why he's gets a cameo. :)

On a completely unrelated note, I am slowly writing the next chapter for LOVE LIKE WINTER. Swear to you, I am. Just been busy, and all I have time for is these little drabbles, it seems. But I have the outline of next chapter in my head, it's just getting it written down. If only thoughts could transcribe into chapters...

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CTB and Merry Christmas!

xx Wicked