Title: An Apocalypse, A Sprig of Mistletoe, and Thou
Author: Spica (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: CC, 1013 and Fox own them.
Keywords: 155 words, R, K/Ma
Summary: Just a heaped teaspoon of pre-apocalyptic schmoop.
Timeline: Season 8
Beta thanks: To the Green-Eyed Monsters. Mwah!
Note: Written for the Harem's Mistletoe challenge.
"--So, I forgot to buy fucking mistletoe! We still have holly, ivy, a goddamned tree--" Alex stops, hearing his own strained pitch.
"Forget it," she says tightly, emptying the shopping bag. "It doesn't matter."
The dingy two-room apartment sparkles with her efforts. Who would've thunk Marita was a closet traditionalist? It's the first Christmas they'll spend together, and with the Antichrist possibly gestating under Scully's heart, he'd say it's 50-50 whether there will be another. So who gives a damn about a sprig of--
Taking in her flushed face, long with disappointment, Alex is lost for words. Jesus, Covarrubias can be such a girl sometimes...
He walks over to her. Marita sighs and flushes deeper. "Alex, really, forget it--"
He smiles. Fingertips cupping her chin, he leans down and whispers against her lips--tidings of comfort and joy, his voice rough with conviction:
"I don't need fucking mistletoe to kiss you."
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