Quicksilver (x-men) putting mistletoes everywhere so he can keep kissing you over and over?”
Warnings: None, some kisses
A/N: So I got a lot of response regarding the first holiday one shot “A Christmas Miracle” about making a sequel. Would you guys be interested in one?? I’d love to write one! 😀
I also still need three holiday themed requests for Twelve Days of Fanfic! Please send some in 😀 If I get more than three, I’ll just post more than one a day
You bounded down the grand, sweeping staircase at the entryway of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. You passed by a couple students, giving them small smiles and wishing them a good Christmas break. They all grinned and waved back, knowing you well from around the Mansion.
You strolled down the hallway to the kitchen, your stomach rumbling loudly. You hadn’t eaten since early this morning, and you were looking forward to a nice, relaxed dinner without any interruptions.
When the reached the doorway to the kitchen, you paused. There was a sprig of leaves hanging from the door frame, the dark green stems waving gently. You frowned, reaching up to pull the leaves down. You weren’t sure how they had gotten there in the first place-
Your hand was suddenly pushed out of the way by a flash of silver. You jumped back, the flash stopping beside you to reveal your boyfriend, Peter Maximoff. He gave you his cheeky trademark grin, pointing a slender finger up at the leaves.
“Mistletoe,” he said. Before you could answer, he leaned forward, giving you a quick kiss before running off again. You blinked up at the plant, your lips still slightly parted from the kiss. Well, that explained that.
Later that day, you were walking down to the library to find a book when you saw another sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. It looked almost exactly like the branch from the kitchen you had found earlier.
“Got you.”
Peter flashed by again, giving you another sweet kiss before speeding off down the hallway.
Even later that night, you were making your way up to your room when, inexplicably, hanging from your door, was yet another bunch of mistletoe.
“Peter,” you sighed, smiling as you stopped under the leaves. You were beginning to catch on to your boyfriend’s plans.
“Yes?”
He appeared next to you, his hands tucked in his familiar silver jacket. You raised an eyebrow up at him.
“Have you been moving this mistletoe around all day?” You asked.
Peter shrugged, trying unsuccessfully to hide a bashful grin. “Maybe. I just wanted to keep kissing you.”
You blushed, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through your chest.
“I still have to collect one from here,” Peter said, stepping forward. He pressed his lips to yours, savoring this kiss more than the others. You reached a hand back to clutch the doorknob, holding yourself up as Peter deepened the kiss. His lips were sticky and tasted of peppermint. He must’ve been eating candy canes just a bit before. He then pulled away, leaving you breathless.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered against your lips. You were frozen in place as he reached up, pulling the sprig of mistletoe down from the doorway. He gave you one last cheeky grin before running off, leaving you with a pounding heart and lips that tasted of sweet peppermint.
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