[MERRY CHRISTMAS! post #3]
Today's drabble is for dhorz, who just asked for Tezuka/Fuji and gave me free rein with the prompt, so I chose mistletoe. So. Longer than yesterday's, and much more like crack than fluff. I hope you enjoy! ♥
'What is that?'
Tezuka eyed Fuji in suspicion, both because a) Fuji was wearing that smirk that meant Tezuka had better watch out for pouncing and/or pantsing, and b) Fuji had a plant attached to his head. And Fuji and plants spelled danger in the worst kind of way.
Fuji's smirk turned into an innocent smile, which was even scarier than the smirk. 'It's mistletoe.'
'...mistletoe?'
'Mm. Viscum coloratum. Chinese mistletoe. Only recognised as its own species in China, actually - everywhere else it's considered a subspecies of Viscum album.'
Tezuka nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 'Mistletoe,' he said again. 'Chinese mistletoe. I follow that. What I do not understand is why you have a branch of it attached to your head.'
'Oh!' said Fuji, and grinned.
Tezuka involuntarily took a step back.
Oblivious, Fuji took a step forward, still grinning, and tilted his head as if he was going to angle the sprig straight up Tezuka's nose. Not that Tezuka really expected Fuji to do that, but then again, weirder things had happened when Fuji was involved.
But this time...
'Fuji, you continue to not make sense.'
Fuji grinned wider, going up on his toes to get the mistletoe up over Tezuka's head, and then moistened his lips. 'Do you know what happens when two people find themselves standing under a mistletoe?'
'I can't say that I--'
But then Tezuka was learning, and, to be honest, in a very pleasant way, and he really didn't need mistletoe to convince him that kissing Fuji was a good idea, but he didn't really care enough to take the mistletoe headband off Fuji's head, because that would require moving, and right now he was perfectly happy to stand right where he was, that is to say held fast in Fuji's very enthusiastic embrace.
After several moments, Fuji pulled back, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, and looked up into Tezuka's face. 'That,' he said, 'is the purpose of mistletoe.'
'I see,' Tezuka replied, somewhat distracted by the wet shine of Fuji's lower lip, and took a step forward in order to examine this phenomenon more closely.
Fuji coughed.
'Something wrong?'
Fuji shrugged, and glanced upward. 'It would seem we're under the mistletoe again.'
'I imagine,' Tezuka said, arms already tightening around Fuji's waist, 'that would be because you're wearing it as a hat.'
'Mmm,' said Fuji, and smiled. 'Exactly.'
And Tezuka didn't have the heart (or the unoccupied mouth) to argue.
'What is that?'
Tezuka eyed Fuji in suspicion, both because a) Fuji was wearing that smirk that meant Tezuka had better watch out for pouncing and/or pantsing, and b) Fuji had a plant attached to his head. And Fuji and plants spelled danger in the worst kind of way.
Fuji's smirk turned into an innocent smile, which was even scarier than the smirk. 'It's mistletoe.'
'...mistletoe?'
'Mm. Viscum coloratum. Chinese mistletoe. Only recognised as its own species in China, actually - everywhere else it's considered a subspecies of Viscum album.'
Tezuka nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 'Mistletoe,' he said again. 'Chinese mistletoe. I follow that. What I do not understand is why you have a branch of it attached to your head.'
'Oh!' said Fuji, and grinned.
Tezuka involuntarily took a step back.
Oblivious, Fuji took a step forward, still grinning, and tilted his head as if he was going to angle the sprig straight up Tezuka's nose. Not that Tezuka really expected Fuji to do that, but then again, weirder things had happened when Fuji was involved.
But this time...
'Fuji, you continue to not make sense.'
Fuji grinned wider, going up on his toes to get the mistletoe up over Tezuka's head, and then moistened his lips. 'Do you know what happens when two people find themselves standing under a mistletoe?'
'I can't say that I--'
But then Tezuka was learning, and, to be honest, in a very pleasant way, and he really didn't need mistletoe to convince him that kissing Fuji was a good idea, but he didn't really care enough to take the mistletoe headband off Fuji's head, because that would require moving, and right now he was perfectly happy to stand right where he was, that is to say held fast in Fuji's very enthusiastic embrace.
After several moments, Fuji pulled back, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, and looked up into Tezuka's face. 'That,' he said, 'is the purpose of mistletoe.'
'I see,' Tezuka replied, somewhat distracted by the wet shine of Fuji's lower lip, and took a step forward in order to examine this phenomenon more closely.
Fuji coughed.
'Something wrong?'
Fuji shrugged, and glanced upward. 'It would seem we're under the mistletoe again.'
'I imagine,' Tezuka said, arms already tightening around Fuji's waist, 'that would be because you're wearing it as a hat.'
'Mmm,' said Fuji, and smiled. 'Exactly.'
And Tezuka didn't have the heart (or the unoccupied mouth) to argue.