T'was the night before Christmas...

[morgana_l_f]

And all through the Sanctuary,
Not a creature was stirring,
Except all the Abnormals on the way to the party...

Yes, it's Christmas Eve in the Sanctuary and there's a party ready to celebrate. Chat, drink, eat and be merry. Just be careful what you do under that mistletoe ;)

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[sourceprogeny]

Ashley had always loved Christmas and since growing up, she has always loved dressing up for the parties that were thrown within the Sanctuary or the Sanctuaries around the world that hosted it that year. It was the one here and the ones in London that she was always the most excited about going to.

This year was no different. She had found a dress to wear and delighted in getting ready for the party. She hoped a certain gentleman there would appreciate it.

After a final spritz of perfume, she headed down to the hall in a party dress that she thought she fitting and yet complimentary to her personality. She was also grateful that the former wound on her leg wasn't too noticeable considering the dress showed most of her thigh.

[dr_macrae]

Declan made his way to the party a bit later than he intended, having stopped off to shower and dress in a dark suit and pinstriped shirt, electing to do without the tie. Surely Magnus would forgive him just this once.

He moved down the steps and into the hall, his eyes sweeping the crowd before they stopped on the woman he loved. His lips turned up into a wide grin and he slipped smoothly through the crowd until he pulled up in front of her.

"Hey, beautiful," he grinned, one hand going to her elbow as he bent in to kiss her cheek. "You look incredible."

[sourceprogeny]

She wondered whose hand had met her arm but that was quickly answered as only one man did that. The man that she loved. Ashley turned around with a smile on her face...a smile that grew in brightness when she saw how incredible he looked in his suit.

"Hey," she grinned. "Look at you, Double-oh-Seven."

[dr_macrae]

"Nah," he murmured, giving her a quick once-over that took in every inch of her, from the high heels all the way up to the way the tiny dress fit her perfectly. "You, on the other hand...are quite worthy of Bond himself. That dress suits you."

He gives her a playful grin.

"I'd best be on my guard...he's not about to come down those steps, is he?"

[sourceprogeny]

"He wouldn't dare when you're here," she grins as she slips her fingers through his. "Not when he sees that I'm so very taken."

[dr_macrae]

"I don't know," he murmurs, smiling wide as she slips her fingers through his and squeezing her hand gently. "He's pretty sly, that bloke..."

[sourceprogeny]

She leans up to his ear.

"I have a gun hidden on me."

The question of where that would be under such a short dress was a delicious one.

[dr_macrae]

His smile curls up into a teasing smirk as he takes half a step back and reassesses her state of dress.

"Really, then?" he gives her a curious glance. "Have you now?"

[sourceprogeny]

She smirks as he looks her over.

"What do you think?"

[dr_macrae]

"I must admit to being rather...curious as to where you've hidden this sidearm..."

He looks back up to her eyes.

"...Though I have a few ideas..."

[sourceprogeny]

"Just a few?" she playfully pouts.

[dr_macrae]

He grins.

"Well, it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to begin listing them right here in public, would it?" he teases, his fingers grazing down her arm to brush at her hip.

He has to admit, the thought of a small pistol - a Derringer, maybe - strapped to the inside of her thigh by a garter, would be incredibly sexy...

[sourceprogeny]

"You are such a gentleman," she smiles as she curls a figure around the button of his jacket. "On second thought, where is James Bond?"

[dr_macrae]

"I tied him up with his bowtie, left him in the cupboard and stole his suit. You don't mind, do you?" he smirks.

[sourceprogeny]

"I thought it looked a bit snug...at least, one more area," she grins.

[dr_macrae]

He chuckles and draws her closer, slipping an arm around her waist.

"Well, I had to try to one-up you somehow, given this little number," he murmurs, tugging with two fingers at the side of her dress.