"Faith," you called out waiting patiently in the doorway for her to come to you.

"What?" She shouted back from the living room.

"Come here."

You hear her let out a sigh before her footsteps led up the stairs. She had taken her escape in the living room as you decorated ready for Christmas. Faith wasn't one for the festive season but as long as she didn't have to help decorate, she didn't care if you did. You were decorating every other room before heading down to the living room where she had taken solace from the glitter and tinsel. You hadn't done much before you decided to call for your girlfriend to join you in your bedroom.

The bed now had red tartan sheets on it, tinsel lining the mirror and windows, with a mini Christmas tree planted on top of the dresser. Of course, the living room would end up far more decorated, but you couldn't resist spreading the festive cheer throughout all of the rooms in the house.

You took a step back into the bedroom, so Faith could get into the doorway. She leant against the frame, cocking an eyebrow at you, uncertain as to why you called for him to come in, seen as you looked fine.

"What did you need?" She questioned.

"Nothing," you smiled coyly.

"Then why'd you shout for me?"

A playful smile stayed across your lips as you looked up to the top of the doorframe. From the top of the doorframe was a small sprig of mistletoe hanging down above her head. Faith looked up at the plant before rolling her eyes at you.

"Mistletoe?" She questioned.

You nodded your head. Faith gestured for you to come closer to her, so you obliged her gesture.

"You don't need to make an excuse to kiss me," she smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in towards her.

"It's not an excuse," you said softly.

"You don't need to put that up everywhere, save yourself the hassle and just kiss me," she said, pulling you towards her.

She pressed her lips firmly to yours in a passionate and loving kiss, that you terribly enjoyed often.

"I love you," you whispered.

"Yeah," she stated. "Well I don't love your desire to turn our home into Santa's Grotto but if it makes you happy, I guess I can live with it until the new year."

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Written by Charlotte.