December Twenty-first
"What is this holo?" Garrus complained.
"Shut it. First of all, it's a movie. Very old. Secondly, you wanted tradition, and this is it. You're not allowed to have Christmas without watching It's a Wonderful Life."
"It's not wonderful. It's awful." It was unrelentingly depressing, to be honest.
"Eat your popcorn," Shep said, tossing a handful at his face. Then ensued a brief war, with fluffy popcorn bits flying everywhere, until Garrus managed to get her pinned, wrists in front of her, Shep seated on his lap.
"Feed me," he said, letting one of her hands free. Popcorn had quickly become their favorite food, since Shep had checked and found out it was perfectly safe for turians. It was the first thing they'd found that they could both eat easily. Such a minor thing, that every other couple in the galaxy took for granted. Just being able to eat something together.
"This movie would have been a lot shorter if it was about you," Garrus commented some time later.
"I'm trying to wa—wait, what do you mean?"
"'What would things have been like without the Shepard? Reapers.' The end."
Shep threw an entirely-too-soft elbow back into his chest.
Garrus pretended to "oof" and let her go. He let her believe she was winning for a minute, then pinned her underneath him on the couch, grinding against her.
"I wonder if you can guess where I've hidden that mistletoe?" he asked, nuzzling at her neck.