Chenford + there's a mistletoe. “ [beat] “ you know what that means, right?
“Lucy,” Tim calls her name from a few feet away. When she turns to look at him, he takes the steps to close the distance between them.
“Yeah?”
“There’s a mistletoe.” Tim points above them with one finger, and smirks. “You know what that means, right?”
She does, is the thing. She knows exactly what it means, which is why she can’t figure out how anyone got away with hanging mistletoe in the middle of the briefing room for the division Christmas party.
They can’t even call it a Christmas party – the break room flyer had called it a “Holiday Jamboree,” courtesy of Nolan – and the time spent at work after shift is unpaid, but they can have mistletoe?
“Yeah, it means that at least one of our friends is a dork.” Lucy rolls her eyes, but doesn’t take a step back.
“A dork? Really?” Tim grins and leans toward her, tucking his thumbs into his pants pockets. “You sure about that?”
“Mistletoe, at a work party? Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Maybe he’s not a dork. Maybe he’s just a guy looking for any excuse he can find to kiss his girlfriend.” He reaches for her with one hand, tugging her closer by the hip.
“Well maybe he doesn’t need an excuse.” Lucy runs a hand up his chest and squeezes his shoulder gently.
“Maybe he wants one anyway.” This time, Tim makes good on it, pressing his mouth to Lucy’s.
It’s a chaste kiss, both of them acutely aware that their friends and coworkers are milling about. When they break apart, Lucy wraps her arms around Tim’s waist and leans against his chest.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure he’s a dork.”
