Disclaimer: I dreamt I was getting married to Silver once. But then N showed up and we ran away together, and…What? I was supposed to do the disclaimer? Psh. Fine. Be that way- I don't own anything here except the fic itself. Happy now?

Characters: Drew X May time! (Get together already or I'll sic Harley on you both)

Summary: Just some cheery, fluffy, cavity-inducing clichés…*walks away whistling*

Christmas

~I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know

Make my wish come true,

All I want for Christmas is…you~

"Oh my God, my ears are bleeding."

"Oh my God, you're being such a grouch."

"How can I not be a grouch? You made me sit through Santa Conquers the Martians -"

"We had fun laughing at that together!"

"-and now you're making me listen to Mariah Carey!"

"…What's wrong with Mariah Carey?"

"Mariah. Carey."

"Stop saying it like that!"

"Humph. Whatever."

The two paused, the crackle of the fire and 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' serving as their background music. May pushed back the elf-style hat that kept drooping over her face, the bells on her matching pointy-toed slippers jingling in time with the music. The hem of her viridian nightdress fell to her ankles, and it curled around them as she danced around the Christmas tree the Pokecenter had provided for them, hemming and hawing about the placement of the decorations.

"When is Soledad coming over, anyway?" Drew groaned. He was sprawled out on the couch, one arm flung over his eyes. His hair, a bottle-green that matched the Christmas lights that he had strung up along the ceiling, was mostly covered by the oversized Santa hat that May had forced onto him.

"She called earlier, when you were in the shower. She said that she can't come tonight because of the storm, but is going to come in the morning," May answered, a hand on her hip as she continued checking over the tree. Tweaking a piece of tinsel into place, she took a step back, beaming. "What do you think, Drew?"

He repressed another groan and peeked up. The tree itself was off-kilter, ornaments making every branch hang low: the lights tangled with the tinsel and garland, creating a messy whirlwind of red and green littered with gleaming objects.

"It's beautiful, May," he sighed, covering his eyes again.

The joy in her voice made him cringe. "You really think so?"

"Yeah, it really is…For someone as colourblind as you are, that is." He smiled inwardly when she sat down on the couch with a huff, picking up his legs and placing them on her lap. She leaned forward on her elbows, smiling to herself as she looked over the room they were being forced to share due to the blizzard outside.

As if reading her mind, Drew muttered, "I can't believe I'm sharing a room with you on Christmas Eve."

May could feel her cheeks puff up. "This isn't what I planned either, but at least I'm making the best out of it," she said hotly. Then she cast him a sidelong glance, her anger leaving her as quickly as it had come. "Am I really making you that miserable?" she asked in a small voice.

He lowered his arm, putting both of his behind his head instead and appearing to be deep in thought as he stared at her. She gazed back, azure eyes staring into jade.

From behind the tree, Roselia giggled.

"No," he said finally, looking away as a blush crept over his cheeks. "This is…this is the most fun Christmas I've ever had, actually."

May's jaw dropped. "For real?"

"Yeah, I…" His entire face seemed as if it was lit from below by the glow of a red lamp, but he tried to cover it with his trademark smirk. "You aren't the worst company in the world, May. Believe it or not, I actually like you."

For a moment she sat there, blinking. Then she flung herself at Drew with a squeal, throwing her arms around him.

"Ack! May!"

"Thanks, Drew! I actually really like you, too!"

Pleasantly surprised, Drew wrapped an arm around her waist, shifting so that she was sitting between his legs. Roselia let out a squeak of fangirly delight at the action, jumping up and down and barely able to contain her excitement.

The two coordinators were quiet for a moment, their faces identical shades of red. "I'm really glad you decided to come to Johto, May."

Her lips stretched in a face-splitting smile. "Me, too."

"You've gotten a lot better as a coordinator," he added.

"Thanks!" Her whole face radiated happiness.

"So…I guess I can't say that the roses are for your beautifly anymore."

She turned so that she was kneeling, their noses nearly touching. "So they are for me!" she cheered.

He rubbed the back of his head, his smirk widening. "Took you long enough."

"I knew it all along," she bluffed.

"Whatever you say, May," he said with a roll of his eyes, but retrieved a rose from his pocket before she could take offense. She made a move to take it, but he shook his head, gently pushing her hands down. She blinked at him in confusion, but he averted his eyes, steeling himself. Okay, it's now or never, he thought.

"Roses have meanings, you know," he said casually enough, lifting the rose to caress the side of her face with it. She shivered, and Roselia wriggled in ecstasy at the scene. "Looks like you haven't bothered to look them up, though."

"T-that's not true," May stuttered, becoming flustered as the petals brushed her trembling bottom lip. She had never seen Drew look at her with like this, the molten emerald of his irises darkening with intensity. It caused her to feel distinctly lightheaded. "I-I did look it up, once, after I met Brianna…B-but all the sites I went to were wrong! Their meanings were t-t-totally not true!"

He was still looking at her in that concentrated manner, his irises as green as the thornless stem he held. "And what were these meanings?"

She could feel her heartbeat everywhere: her chest, her throat, her fingertips. "I-it's stupid…"

"Tell me." The fragrance was dizzying in its sweetness.

"It said that a single red rose means…means…"

"Spit it out, May."

"…Means 'I love you'."

His smirk twitched into a real, true smile. "I'm sorry, but could you say that again?"

"'I love you'."

"I love you too," he said, and, to get over his embarrassment, kissed her full on the mouth. "Merry Christmas, May."

Needless to say, neither of them saw Roselia swoon and rush off to phone all the fangirls.

~Baby, all I want for Christmas is…you~