Fic #2
For Snow
Characters: Michel Conrad and Ryo Sanada
Keyword: Mistletoe
Winter break had started at last, and Saria invited all of her close friends over for an impromptu Christmas party. It was a cozy, quiet little gathering. Mostly they spent time sitting in the living room with hot chocolate or eggnog, talking, and watching the blinking lights on the tree. At the moment the little hostess was busy helping her mother, so the guests kept themselves occupied.
For the moment, Ryo decided to take a break from socializing, and sat in a smaller room away from the group. Quiet singing could be heard from the living room, a soothing, sweet melody, and the dark-haired boy simply sat in a comfortable armchair, enjoying just listening.
After a few minutes, Michel appeared in the doorway, holding two mugs of hot chocolate.
"Hullo, Ryo." he said quietly with a little smile, getting his boyfriend's attention. Ryo looked up, and gave a small smile.
"Are you ok?" Michel asked, padding over and offering him a mug.
"Yeah, I'm ok." Ryo replied smiling back softly, "I just wanted to get away from the party for a little while."
"We can go home if you want."
"Oh, no that's ok. I wouldn't want to do that to Saria."
Michel shrugged, shifting to the side a little and sitting on the floor next to Ryo. The Trooper smiled down at him and lightly ruffled the blonde's hair. At least no one else was in the room; then his blush would have been brighter.
"Are you having fun, at least?" said Michel after a moment of silence.
"Oh yeah, Saria's doing a good job. I just need a little break, I'm fine."
There was some more peaceful silence after that, both of them sipping their hot chocolate, enjoying just being in the room together. As Ryo finally emptied his mug, he leaned back in the armchair, staring lazily up at the ceiling.
And when he did, his face flushed with color.
"...Michel...?"
Michel looked up, concerned at the tone of his boyfriend's voice, then followed Ryo's eyes to the ceiling and blushed himself.
A sprig of mistletoe was dangling just over Ryo's head. Three fruits, green leaves, and intimitating to boot. They both gawked at it a moment, then looked at each other, matching shades of read.
"Um, does this mean we should...?" Ryo started.
"Do you want to...?" Michel replied.
Another pause, this time much more awkward. The couple blushed at each other, and somewhere in that moment there was a silent agreement. Hesitantly Michel stood, coming up above Ryo, still seated. He smiled lightly, and leaned onto the chair, sweetly approaching. Ryo continued to blush, but responded shyly to Michel, meeting him halfway with a gentle, quick "chu~".
Michel straighened out, still smiling a little, while the younger boy looked away a little, still quite red, but also smiling. The blonde meanwhile reached up to the plant, surprisingly able to reach to pluck off one of the three fruits, as per an old English tradition. As he did, however, both he and Ryo heard the sound of muffled giggling in the doorway, and they both turned in time to see a blur of green disappear. And again they flushed.
THE END
Characters: Michel Conrad and Ryo Sanada
Keyword: Mistletoe
Winter break had started at last, and Saria invited all of her close friends over for an impromptu Christmas party. It was a cozy, quiet little gathering. Mostly they spent time sitting in the living room with hot chocolate or eggnog, talking, and watching the blinking lights on the tree. At the moment the little hostess was busy helping her mother, so the guests kept themselves occupied.
For the moment, Ryo decided to take a break from socializing, and sat in a smaller room away from the group. Quiet singing could be heard from the living room, a soothing, sweet melody, and the dark-haired boy simply sat in a comfortable armchair, enjoying just listening.
After a few minutes, Michel appeared in the doorway, holding two mugs of hot chocolate.
"Hullo, Ryo." he said quietly with a little smile, getting his boyfriend's attention. Ryo looked up, and gave a small smile.
"Are you ok?" Michel asked, padding over and offering him a mug.
"Yeah, I'm ok." Ryo replied smiling back softly, "I just wanted to get away from the party for a little while."
"We can go home if you want."
"Oh, no that's ok. I wouldn't want to do that to Saria."
Michel shrugged, shifting to the side a little and sitting on the floor next to Ryo. The Trooper smiled down at him and lightly ruffled the blonde's hair. At least no one else was in the room; then his blush would have been brighter.
"Are you having fun, at least?" said Michel after a moment of silence.
"Oh yeah, Saria's doing a good job. I just need a little break, I'm fine."
There was some more peaceful silence after that, both of them sipping their hot chocolate, enjoying just being in the room together. As Ryo finally emptied his mug, he leaned back in the armchair, staring lazily up at the ceiling.
And when he did, his face flushed with color.
"...Michel...?"
Michel looked up, concerned at the tone of his boyfriend's voice, then followed Ryo's eyes to the ceiling and blushed himself.
A sprig of mistletoe was dangling just over Ryo's head. Three fruits, green leaves, and intimitating to boot. They both gawked at it a moment, then looked at each other, matching shades of read.
"Um, does this mean we should...?" Ryo started.
"Do you want to...?" Michel replied.
Another pause, this time much more awkward. The couple blushed at each other, and somewhere in that moment there was a silent agreement. Hesitantly Michel stood, coming up above Ryo, still seated. He smiled lightly, and leaned onto the chair, sweetly approaching. Ryo continued to blush, but responded shyly to Michel, meeting him halfway with a gentle, quick "chu~".
Michel straighened out, still smiling a little, while the younger boy looked away a little, still quite red, but also smiling. The blonde meanwhile reached up to the plant, surprisingly able to reach to pluck off one of the three fruits, as per an old English tradition. As he did, however, both he and Ryo heard the sound of muffled giggling in the doorway, and they both turned in time to see a blur of green disappear. And again they flushed.
THE END