Mistletoe

She turned slightly, a blush appearing on her face along with a small smile.

"What are you doing?" she asked, glancing around to see if anyone was watching them. In the distance was a small cluster of teenaged Jellicles, though she couldn't tell if they were watching her or looking elsewhere.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he countered, a wide smile on his face. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips.

"Stop that." She batted at his paws, letting out a giggle when he hopped backwards, avoiding her swats. He smiled again, chewing slightly on his bottom lip. She felt herself blush at what she considered his signature adorable expression. "Go on, then, put it away."

"Why would I want to do that? You're such a bonny lass, I can't help myself."

"Oh, honestly," she laughed, pressing a paw up against her mouth. She really didn't want to start giggling now. She knew that if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop and would have to give in to him.

"What do you say?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Give me a kiss?"

She looked up at his paw, which still held onto the mistletoe. It was over her head again and he had taken a couple of steps forward to make sure that they were both underneath it. Sighing, she shook her head.

"You're hopeless."

"So, you'll give me a kiss?"

"I don't suppose I have much of a choice, do I?"

He leaned in closer, their mouths inches from one another. Her heart was pounding in her chest. There was no way she could resist touching him for very much longer. Even if that ruined her ladylike reputation. "No, I don't suppose you do."

She giggled a little and pressed her lips to his. His mouth was slightly open and she could taste his breath in her own. When his tongue slipped out of his mouth, cautiously and almost uncertainly, she let it go where it pleased. The feel of that little bit of him inside of her sent a shiver up her spine and made her toes tingle with delight.

The kiss only lasted a few moments, however. She pushed him gently away and set about fluffing and tidying the fur on her head. She hoped that it looked like she was being ladylike again after kissing him in what had been a decidedly unladylike way.

"There," she said softly. His eyes were filled with something she couldn't quite define, though she decided that she liked it. "I kissed you. Now you have to stop following me around with that mistletoe."

"Maybe," he replied, grinning back at her.

She rolled her eyes before turning quickly and racing off in the other direction, tossing a glance over her shoulder. His grin widened.

"Still chasing after Jenny?"

Skimbleshanks looked over at Bustopher Jones, who had snuck up to him along with the other teenagers, with a confident smile. "Not anymore."