Ficlet (Miranda): Mistletoe
I have quite a few ficlets and comment fics that I need to get posted on here, so I apologise in advance if you get an influx of entries! I might combine a few of the shorter ones into single posts. Anyway, I'm getting started with the only fic I managed to write for last year's 
fandom_stocking , for
dunderklumpen . It's my first foray into writing Miranda. And it's a Christmas fic! Posted in February! SUCH FUN!
Title: Mistletoe
Author: cookiegirl
Characters/Pairings: Miranda, Gary, Stevie, pre-Miranda/Gary
Wordcount: 544
Rating: G
Summary: It's Christmas time and Miranda is decorating the shop, with no ulterior motives
“What is that?” Stevie asked with disdain, her hands on her hips as she watched Miranda standing at the top of a step ladder, struggling to attach some sort of half-dead plant to the ceiling with sellotape.
“It’s mistletoe!” Miranda declared, stepping down from the ladder and looking up at the sprig proudly. It seemed to be staying in place well, if she did say so herself.
“Is it, though?” Stevie asked sceptically. “It looks more like a weed.”
“Don't be so negative, Stevie! I admit it’s seen better days, but I bought it two weeks ago. I didn’t want the shops to run out in case -”
“In case you actually had to tell Gary how you feel rather than tricking him into a kiss with an outdated Christmas tradition?”
“Nobody said it was for Gary,” Miranda said, sticking her nose in the air and turning away from Stevie. Of course it was for Gary.
“You won’t be interested that he’s at the door, then,” Stevie said.
Miranda squeaked and jumped backwards just as the door to the shop swung open.
“Gary!” she exclaimed, trying to hide the small step ladder behind her. “Fancy seeing you here!”
Gary shot her a brief puzzled look, then shrugged. “I was hoping you might have something I need,” he said, glancing around the shop.
Stevie smirked. “Oh, I’m sure we have something you need.” She came out from behind the till and started to walk towards the kitchen. “I’ll leave you to help Gary with his shopping, shall I, Miranda?” she said pointedly.
Miranda stuck her tongue out at her, then turned back to Gary and put on her Best Professional Face. “What were you looking for? Last minute Christmas present?”
“Not exactly,” Gary said. “I was hoping you might have some mistletoe?”
Miranda tried to cover her surprise, but it didn’t work. “I - what - why -”
“I wanted some for the bar. To add to the decorations,” Gary explained. “Just for a laugh,” he added hurriedly. “And I thought, what with you being a joke shop, you might have some plastic sprigs, or something?”
“No, no, no plastic sprigs,” Miranda said nervously. “We do have a real sprig, but that’s not for sale.”
“You do?” Gary asked.
Miranda pointed upwards to above where he was standing. Gary looked up, then back at her and grinned.
“Ah,” he said. “Well then, I might not need one for the bar after all…” He stepped a little closer to her, making sure he was still under the mistletoe.
Miranda felt her face begin to heat up. Surely he wasn’t implying…
“Oh? Why’s that?” she asked, trying to play it cool.
“Because I only needed it so that I could do this,” he said, and he leant over and gently pressed his lips to hers.
Miranda’s heart was thumping so hard she thought it might explode. His lips were soft and warm and the pressure was just firm enough to be exciting.
“Merry Christmas,” Gary said when he pulled back. He looked at her slightly uncertainly.
“Definitely,” Miranda replied, and he smiled in relief.
“You know, I think we might need to test out this mistletoe a little more,” he said, and Miranda couldn’t help but agree.
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fandom_stocking , for
dunderklumpen . It's my first foray into writing Miranda. And it's a Christmas fic! Posted in February! SUCH FUN!
Title: Mistletoe
Author: cookiegirl
Characters/Pairings: Miranda, Gary, Stevie, pre-Miranda/Gary
Wordcount: 544
Rating: G
Summary: It's Christmas time and Miranda is decorating the shop, with no ulterior motives
“What is that?” Stevie asked with disdain, her hands on her hips as she watched Miranda standing at the top of a step ladder, struggling to attach some sort of half-dead plant to the ceiling with sellotape.
“It’s mistletoe!” Miranda declared, stepping down from the ladder and looking up at the sprig proudly. It seemed to be staying in place well, if she did say so herself.
“Is it, though?” Stevie asked sceptically. “It looks more like a weed.”
“Don't be so negative, Stevie! I admit it’s seen better days, but I bought it two weeks ago. I didn’t want the shops to run out in case -”
“In case you actually had to tell Gary how you feel rather than tricking him into a kiss with an outdated Christmas tradition?”
“Nobody said it was for Gary,” Miranda said, sticking her nose in the air and turning away from Stevie. Of course it was for Gary.
“You won’t be interested that he’s at the door, then,” Stevie said.
Miranda squeaked and jumped backwards just as the door to the shop swung open.
“Gary!” she exclaimed, trying to hide the small step ladder behind her. “Fancy seeing you here!”
Gary shot her a brief puzzled look, then shrugged. “I was hoping you might have something I need,” he said, glancing around the shop.
Stevie smirked. “Oh, I’m sure we have something you need.” She came out from behind the till and started to walk towards the kitchen. “I’ll leave you to help Gary with his shopping, shall I, Miranda?” she said pointedly.
Miranda stuck her tongue out at her, then turned back to Gary and put on her Best Professional Face. “What were you looking for? Last minute Christmas present?”
“Not exactly,” Gary said. “I was hoping you might have some mistletoe?”
Miranda tried to cover her surprise, but it didn’t work. “I - what - why -”
“I wanted some for the bar. To add to the decorations,” Gary explained. “Just for a laugh,” he added hurriedly. “And I thought, what with you being a joke shop, you might have some plastic sprigs, or something?”
“No, no, no plastic sprigs,” Miranda said nervously. “We do have a real sprig, but that’s not for sale.”
“You do?” Gary asked.
Miranda pointed upwards to above where he was standing. Gary looked up, then back at her and grinned.
“Ah,” he said. “Well then, I might not need one for the bar after all…” He stepped a little closer to her, making sure he was still under the mistletoe.
Miranda felt her face begin to heat up. Surely he wasn’t implying…
“Oh? Why’s that?” she asked, trying to play it cool.
“Because I only needed it so that I could do this,” he said, and he leant over and gently pressed his lips to hers.
Miranda’s heart was thumping so hard she thought it might explode. His lips were soft and warm and the pressure was just firm enough to be exciting.
“Merry Christmas,” Gary said when he pulled back. He looked at her slightly uncertainly.
“Definitely,” Miranda replied, and he smiled in relief.
“You know, I think we might need to test out this mistletoe a little more,” he said, and Miranda couldn’t help but agree.
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