Title: Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

Author: StarWars-Freak

Summary: Collin has the perfect Christmas celebration planned for Jimena and himself, but he wasn't expecting that.... JimenaxCollin

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: PG

Pairing: Jimena/Collin

Notes: I actually made this exact, verbatim rant to my own boyfriend, which then caused this plot bunny. And thus…

Dedication: For John, though he'll never read it.

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

Jimena admired the beautifully adorned tree in the Killingsworth's living room. None of the Christmas trees on her street (in the apartments that actually had Christmas trees) looked like that. She could feel Collin walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. She leaned into his chest and sighed.

"The house is ours tonight," he whispered, his lips practically kissing her ear. "I thought we could have our own Christmas celebration."

"Oh did you?"

"Mhm," he tightened the hold that was encircling her. "With hot chocolate… and cookies… and presents…"

She laughed lightly and tilted her head so he could capture her lips in a kiss.

"And Christmas music… and…" He trailed off.

"And?"

He spun her around, a mischievous look on his face. He leaned in close, their breath mingling. She left her hands slide up his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair.

"And kissing under the mistletoe."

She kissed him but laughed when they pulled away from each other.

"What?"

"Mistletoe," she said with a laugh.

"You… don't like mistletoe?"

She shook her head, still laughing. "I've never understood the whole mistletoe thing.... Why is standing under some kind of plant a signal that you should be sexually harassed? And why mistletoe? It's a deadly plant when ingested... What is supposed to be romantic about that?... I mean, what if, say… a couple is standing under a thingy of mistletoe, making out – which is stupid anyway, who makes out while standing up? Kissing, yes, but making out? – anyway, they're making out and a berry of the mistletoe falls into the girl's mouth, but she's too busy kissing her beau that she doesn't notice and accidently swallows it... Then she'd start moaning with pain, but who knows? The guy might be stupid and think she's moaning with pleasure and he just keeps on kissing her until she's dead. And then what? Huh? He's got a dead girlfriend on his hands. Oh, very romantic..." She finished with a roll of her eyes.

Collin gave a half hearted chuckle. "Right. Stupid tradition…"

She pulled him back down to her lips for a long, Christmas kiss. As they softly broke apart, Collin pulled her into one of his warm, safe hugs, that completely enwrapped Jimena in his arms.

"Jimena," he said softly."

"Yeah, babe?"

"Don't look up."

"Wha…?" her question died on her lips when she glanced up to the ceiling.

There, hanging on a string, was a perfect bunch of mistletoe.