Sharbius
"Of course we do," Sharon teased. "Tis the season." Mistletoe was something that Sharon should have littered all over her apartment--not that they needed an excuse to lock lips. Honestly, kissing Mobius felt like home. She wasn't going to let lack of an excuse stop her from doing so.
"I'm a bit embarrassed at how far behind I am. I think we'll have to stay up all night watching movies and waiting for Santa." She squeezed his hand gently. There were a lot more fun things they could do while staying up all night, though.
"Yes, please," she responded, then followed him toward the table with all the drinks. There was some punch in a big bowl, and other assorted odds and ends. "Champagne, maybe?" It was a celebration, after all.
"...I wanted to talk to you about something," she added, quietly, once they were at the drink table, and relatively alone.