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Robert fought back a yawn as he walked through the hall towards his apartment, his shoulders tense, his eyelids heavy. It was his fifth late night at the office, and he was more than ready to pass out, and sleep the entire weekend away. Exhaling, he unlocked the door, and pushed it open, then quietly closed it behind him. Right away he was greeted by a mess of boxes littering the living room. Christmas decorations were haphazardly tossed around, the tree half put up, and lights were tossed across the couch. He stared blankly at the mess for a moment, then turned, and headed towards their bedroom.
Earlier that morning Giselle had expressed wanting to decorate the house, but he didn’t think she’d still be working on it at midnight. Stepping into their room, he saw she was perched on their bed, her hands fiddling with something on their headboard, and he raised a brow. He knew she often went overboard around the holidays, but surely their room didn’t need anything special.
“What are you doing?” He asked, closing the door behind him.
“Decorating.”
She didn’t elaborate any further, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Her tongue was sticking out slightly as she twisted something around, and around, and he tilted his head, trying to look over her shoulder.
“You’re not putting lights on our bed, are you?”
“Of course not, silly,” Giselle smiled. “I know all those twinkling lights drive you nuts.”
Her hand moved down as she pulled on a thin piece of string, and that action finally allowed him to see that she was hanging mistletoe directly above their pillows. Robert chuckled. He should’ve known — last year she not only hung some in the doorways, but on the ceiling above the middle of their bed, too. He looked up and noted there wasn’t anything hanging in that particular spot, but he had a feeling that by this time tomorrow, there would be. Turning, he stepped over to their closet.
“Is the mistletoe hanging in nearly every doorframe in the apartment not enough?”
“No.” Satisfied with her work, Giselle fell backwards against the mattress, then looked over at him with a playful grin. “We need much more, trust me. And I am working on it. In fact, I plan on hanging some right above where you are standing next.”
Robert simply shook his head in response as he slid his jacket off, then he tossed the material at her, covering her face. Laughing lightly, she pushed herself up, and he slowly started getting undressed. She watched him for a moment, her cheeks warm, then hopped out of their bed, and reached past him, neatly hanging the coat in the closet.
“Would it be inappropriate to hang some in your office?”
“Yes.”
He walked to their dresser, and she followed, folding her hands behind her back.
“What about a little, teeny, tiny one? One that only we could see.”
Tugging his pajama pants on, Robert gave her a lopsided smile. “My coworkers, and clients, might take that as invite to try and kiss me.”
“Oh! I didn’t even think that about!” Giselle nudged his stomach, and he let out a quiet chuckle. “No. No, you’re right, it’s much too inappropriate for your office. I’ll simply have to think of something else. In the meantime…”
Reaching out, she tucked her finger under his chin and tilted his head up. His gaze landed on more mistletoe hanging loosely from their ceiling — how had he missed that? — and he fought back another laugh as her arms slid around his neck.
“How much of that did you buy?”
“Not nearly enough.”
Robert shook his head again, then leaned in, and kissed her cheek. Trailing her fingers up his neck, and tangling them in his curls, Giselle turned and softly brought their lips together. His hands came to rest on her lower back, and he murmured a quiet ‘I love you’ against her mouth, which earned him a smile in return. Bumping her nose against his, she repeated his words, and held him tighter, kissing him again, and again.
A soft knock came at the door of Robert’s office, and he mumbled ‘come in’ as he signed what felt like the hundredth document that afternoon. Hearing the quiet click of the lock, he looked up and felt the tension in his shoulders slowly start to dissolve when he met Giselle’s warm gaze. There was a big, brown bag in her arms, and he set his pen aside, curiosity buzzing through him.
“Hey.” She practically skipped across the room, a grin on her face, then stepped up beside him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until later.”
“I know.” Giselle plopped the bag onto his desk. “You told me you skipped both lunch, and dinner yesterday, so I am here to make sure that doesn’t happen again.” The corner of Robert’s mouth quirked up as she gestured to the items inside. “There are three sandwiches in here. Please eat at least one of them, Robert.”
“Okay,” he chuckled, and reached his arm out, resting a hand on her hip. “Thank you.”
Smiling in return, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She then turned and nodded towards the mess of papers on his desk.
“Are you still struggling with that dog custody case?”
Robert sighed dramatically. “Yeah. But I think they finally came to an agreement.” Giselle’s hand started slowly rubbing his shoulders, and he could feel his eyelids growing heavier. “They want to have split weekends. And they want to hyphenate the dog’s last name.” He arched his back as her hand moved lower, her nails gently scratching his skin through the material of his shirt. “I didn’t even know dogs had last names until I became an attorney.”
Humming, she brought her lips to the top of his head and lingered there for a moment. His mind felt fuzzy as her hands continued to work against the tired muscles in his body, and he could feel himself starting to drift off, when she suddenly pressed her thumb hard against his lower back. Robert’s brows scrunched together as she shifted beside him, her arm sliding awkwardly under his chin, and then her forefinger pushed against him. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, intent on asking just what she was doing, but instead of seeing the familiar mess on his desk, he was greeted by what appeared to be mistletoe dangling in front of his face.
He blinked, then tilted his head back, assuming she must have simply been holding above him, but the plant moved with him and bumped into his nose. Giselle giggled quietly, and he reached up, grabbing the mistletoe. As he did so, he could feel something pulling on his shirt, and he looked over his shoulder to find a thin stick was now taped to his back.
“I suppose this means we must kiss now.”
Giselle was biting her lip, her eyes sparkling, and he playfully shook his head.
“You’re not under it with me.”
“Oh, you’re right. Here.” Grabbing the back of his chair, she spun it around to the side. She then slid onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Now I am.” Robert simply stared back at her with a mixture of amusement, and endearment, and she gave his tie a gentle tug. “What? You said I couldn’t hang it in your office; you didn’t say anything about hanging it on you.”
“You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?”
“I am not! I’m a genius. See?” Giselle gestured to the mistletoe hanging mere inches above their heads. “I invented this little device so that we could bring mistletoe wherever we go! Now, we can kiss whenever we want, wherever we want, and as much as we want!”
“We already do that.”
“Not nearly enough. Now, come here.”
Cupping his cheek, she pulled him closer and brought their lips together with a grin. The mistletoe bobbed above them, bouncing atop his head, then hers, and he laughed, kissing her once again, then twice.
“You really are ridiculous,” Robert murmured, sliding his hands around to her lower back. “And I really love you.”
Giselle’s thumb ran across his cheekbone as her nose bumped playfully into his. “I love you, too.”