A/N: Originally written in Dec. 2006. The prompt was Mistletoe.

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Peter sometimes wonders if it had all been a dream.

Stumbling into the wardrobe and into a magical land. Defeating the evil White Witch. Becoming a King.

Falling in love.

He wonders because it seems as if she has forgotten.

They are in the real world now, in Finchley, back to their regular schedules and white-collared shirts. Back to being simply brother and sister.

He clings to all the happy times they've shared, stolen moments that involve just the two of them; he remembers the innocent things like smiles and soft laughter and he remembers the not so innocent things like their first kiss and the first time they made love.

He wonders if she truly doesn't remember or if she simply pretends not to.

Scratching his ear, Peter tries to chase the thoughts in his mind out of his head, and he stands up to help her decorate the house for the upcoming holiday.

Christmas.

He sighs, remembering what a joyous and beautiful holiday Christmas was in Narnia. And how joyous and beautiful she had been in Narnia.

Edmund and Lucy look at him and seem to know what he is feeling. He turns away from their kind stares, and reaches down into the box next to him, registering that his youngest siblings have just left the room.

And then he freezes, still hovering over the box, because someone has put their arms around him.

Mistletoe is dangling in front of him, held up by a manicured, bracelet wearing hand.

Peter turns around; her arms are still wrapped around him and she is looking up at him with a bright smile on her red lips, her vivid blue eyes shining.

When he bends down to kiss her, he feels her body shiver and her hands caress his cheeks - and she leans closer, whispers, "I love you", and Peter doesn't have to wonder anymore.