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“I don’t know… I suck at this.” Lucy muttered the words, holding a tangled string of Christmas lights in her hands. She frowned at the green mess, squinting as if staring hard enough would magically untangle it.
Ona, standing on the other side of the small Christmas tree they’d set up on a small table in the corner of the room to keep it out of reach of their dogs, raised an eyebrow. “How? We did it in that one Barça video as a challenge!”
Lucy snorted. “Yeah, and did you see how ugly it was? Even the comments said it.”
Ona rolled her eyes. “It’s literally just putting the balls in,” she said, reaching for an ornament.
Lucy’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Oh yeah?” she teased. ‘’That’s-
Ona swatted at her before she could make a filthy joke. “Dumb ass.’’ She looked at Lucy with a mock glare. ‘’You know I was talking about the ornaments. It’s not that hard. Just hang some stuff on the branches, do the lights, and we will be done!”
Lucy shrugged, dropping the tangled lights back into the box. “My mom never let me do it. I broke too many ornaments when I was little.”
That made Ona laugh. Lucy, however, frowned, crossing her arms.
“Don’t take the mick at me,” Lucy said, nodding toward the tree. “I bought this because you wanted it. You do it. I’ll sit over here and watch.” She motioned toward the couch, clearly mentally having abandoned the task already completely.
“Luce,” Ona pouted, her voice mingling with the Christmas music playing in the background.
The tree stood half-decorated, and a little uneven, Ona put in the ornament she was holding after she had turned the volume lower.
“Babe, it’s not about how pretty it’ll be,” Ona said. “It is about doing it together.”
Lucy sighed, leaning forward to grab a pack of round chocolates meant for the tree. “I can’t do it,” she said, popping one into her mouth with a shrug. “I don’t want to do it. And I am here. We’re together. I’ll just watch.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, tension creeping in despite the cheerful tune playing faintly in the background. Ona’s expression shifted, a flicker of frustration crossing her face.
“Fine,” Ona muttered, stepping back from the tree. “I don’t want the stupid tree anymore anyways. Never mind.” She threw up her hands and let out a soft huff. “Perfectionist.”
With that, Ona grabbed her phone and purposefully walked out of the room towards their bedroom.
Lucy bit her lip, watching her go. Slowly, she dropped herself sideways onto the couch, letting her head rest against the armrest.
The half-decorated tree stood accusingly in the corner. Beside it, on the kitchen counter, the gingerbread house kit they’d planned to make after finishing the tree sat unopened. Lucy groaned softly and reached for another chocolate, shoving it into her mouth as she stared at the ceiling.
She let out a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment longer before gathering herself. She stood up, hesitating for just a second before walking to the bedroom door. Ona was sitting cross-legged on the bed, scrolling on her phone with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Sorry, Mrs. Claus,” Lucy said, leaning against the doorframe.
Ona’s frown deepened as she looked up, but the corners of her lips betrayed her amusement. “Don’t you start,” she muttered, before grabbing Lucy’s pillow and flinging it at her.
Lucy dodged it easily, grinning. “Ay, I was just about to use that.”
“Were you now?” Ona shot back, raising an eyebrow.
“Mm-hmm,” Lucy said, climbing onto the bed. She leaned down, lying half on top of Ona with a grin. “I guess I have to use you now.”
Ona rolled her eyes, trying to suppress her smile. “Is this your dumb way of saying sorry?”
Lucy snuggled into Ona’s neck, ‘’is it working?’’
‘’No,’’ Ona chuckled as Lucy nipt at her skin.
‘’I was kidding, sorry, just had to give you a kiss,’’ Lucy planted her hands on either side of Ona, planking over her. “For earlier I want to say sorry from the deepest bottom of my heart,” she said dramatically. “I’m really sorry baby, I know how much you were looking forward to decorating the tree.” She added honestly.
‘’Decorating the tree together.’’ Ona replied sharply.
Lucy nodded, slowly leaning in, ‘’decorating it together.’’ She repeated.
Ona sighed, her annoyance melting away as she met Lucy’s eyes. It was hard to stay mad at her, especially when she was this close, her warm breath tickling Ona’s skin.
“Okay,” Ona murmured, leaning up from the pillow to press her lips softly against Lucy’s. “I forgive you.”
Lucy smiled into the kiss, pulling back just enough to speak. “Sorry, baby,” she said again, softer this time, before lying fully on top of Ona. “I feel like it’ll go better after a break,” she admitted. “I think I was.. am still a bit overwhelmed from the Christmas shopping.”
Ona hummed, her fingers threading gently through Lucy’s hair, soothing her. “Do you know what I realized while I was sitting here?” Ona chuckled lightly.
Lucy tilted her head on Ona’s shoulder, looking up at her with a glint in her eye. “That your girlfriend sucks and you’re asking Santa for a new one this year?”
“No,” Ona laughed, her fingers giving a playful tug at Lucy’s hair. “I realized we haven’t had lunch yet. You‘re just hangry. Well, both of us, probably.”
Lucy reached for Ona’s phone Lucy’s eyes widened in mock horror as. “Four PM?!” she asked rhetorically, her voice full of exaggerated disbelief.
Ona laughed again and gently pushed Lucy back down. “Yeah. What if I make us a sandwich? We eat, we cuddle, and then we try again?”
Lucy smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Ona’s collarbone before looking up at her. “Mmm, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Ona said, her fingers still tangled in Lucy’s hair. “But you will decorate that tree with a smile.”
Lucy groaned, burying her face against Ona with a grin. “I figured.”
‘’Enthusiasm?’’ Ona asked sternly.
‘’I cant wait to decorate the three with you, and it will be perfect even if its ugly, because, we did it together.’’ Lucy said as if she was reading an autocue.
…
Once they’d eaten a sandwich and spend some time cuddling on the couch, they finally mustered the energy to return to their Christmas tasks.
The tree was a bit lopsided but that kinda had a charm, together they finished hanging everything in it before putting the lights on.
Then, they turned their attention to the gingerbread house. The box sat on the kitchen counter, ready for their hands to get sticky and their creation to either look like a masterpiece or fall apart entirely.
Unexpectedly this part turned out very good, Lucy took the lead and showed Ona how she always did it. Ona asked how it was that she was actually good at this and not at setting up a Christmas tree. Lucy had explained that it had been a yearly competition in the Bronze household and, ofcourse, held the top spot in most wins. It made Ona laugh, she remembered for herself to just put a game element to stuff if she wanted Lucy to participate in the future.
…
“Hey, what if we just order food? This kitchen is already a mess, and I’m tired.”
Ona laughed. “I was wondering what you where thinking for dinner.”
They cleaned the kitchen together, throwing away scraps of wrapping paper and spilled icing. The smell of gingerbread lingered in the air, but the mess was finally under control. When Ona went to put away all the bags with the wrapped gifts they got for eachother and for their family, she spotted something. It was a little mistletoe that she’d gotten for free from a vendor at the Christmas market earlier.
She smiled and placed it on the coffee table, before heading back to the kitchen to help Lucy with the final dishes before they where done.
Lucy, tired but content, leaned back against the counter, arms stretched out. “I’m absolutely knackered,” she admitted, a yawn escaping her lips. “But I had fun.”
She stepped towards Ona and wrapped herself around her from behind, resting her chin on Ona’s shoulder. “Was it like you wanted it to be? Like in the movie?”
Ona hummed softly in reply, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of Lucy’s kisses against her neck. It had been perfect, more than perfect, really. Then, suddenly, her eyes shot open as she thought of something.
“Wait,” Ona said, pulling away from Lucy’s embrace and quickly walking over to the coffee table. She grabbed the mistletoe with a shy smile, holding it above their heads as she returned to Lucy.
Lucy raised an eyebrow, but she smiled as she realized what it was.
‘’I’ve never kissed anyone under the mistletoe before.’’ Ona said as she was close to Lucy and held the branch above them both.
Lucy’s smile widened as she looked at Ona holding the mistletoe for a lingering second.
After the short moment of stillness, Lucy leaned in, ‘’me neither,’’ she whispered before closing the gap, her lips finding Ona’s in a sweet, tender kiss.
It was gentle at first, a soft meeting of lips, a pretty kiss, just how it was supposed to be under the mistletoe.
Then the kiss got more heated. Lucy’s hand cupped Ona’s face. Ona’s arms wrapped around Lucy’s neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss further, she didn’t even notice the branch prickling in her neck.
Lucy felt the familiar rush flood through her, and without breaking their kiss, she effortlessly lifted Ona, placing her on the kitchen counter. Ona’s legs instinctively wrapped around Lucy’s waist as she pulled her in closer again, her body pressed fully against hers.
But just as Lucy’s hand slipped under Ona’s sweater, the doorbell rang.
“Ugh,” Lucy groaned, pulling back with a pout. “What idiot decided to order food.”