Prompt: #87 Mistletoe
Word count: 100
Summary: Charlie, Ian and mistletoe
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Look up (#87 Mistletoe)
Ian was seldom surprised. The Professor always surprised him.
A tree topped with an elegant angel stood in the corner. White lights glittered against crystal ornaments. The air was crisp with real pine but also the spicy sweet of apples, cinnamon and cloves rolling from the small kitchen.
Charlie took the bags from his hands and set them aside.
“Look up.” Ian looked. They were under mistletoe. Charlie kissed him until he thought he might melt.
“For me?” Ian asked thought he knew the answer.
Charlie grinned. “All for you. And don’t think that’s the only place I hung mistletoe.”