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and I
hope you like these and...well, yea.'
    David blinks a
couple of times in silence, his eyes locked on her.
    'Well that was
certainly different.'
    Sandra blushes
every shade of red imaginable, her outburst not at all in keeping
with how she presents herself. She awkwardly shuffles her feet in
the silence.
    'But, thank
you.'
    She begins to
move round and re-enter her apartment, trying to keep from
exploding with embarrassment.
    'Sandra?'
    She turns to
his voice while thinking to herself, 'God I wish I heard that every
morning'. Returning to face him she sees he has opened his door and
is reaching inside.
    'I got you
something too, just as a thank you.'
    'A thank you
for what?' she asks, searching through her memories to think of
anything she has helped him with.
    'Well for
welcoming me here, making me feel at home and...'
    'Yes?'
    'Thank you for
being the first thing to make me smile in the day.'
    Sandra turns a
shade of red never seen before as David hands her a small box.
Small and purple she eyes is as David looks on.
    'Well go on,
open it!'
    Nervously she
opens the box, not truly expecting what she'll find.
    Opening it up
she sees a small flower, dried but recognisable.
    'I needed an
excuse, so thought mistletoe would be a good present.'
    She looks up
at his eyes, smiling broadly.
    'The
best.'
    Pulling in to
each other David gently places his arm around her and kisses.
Sandra feels like her entire body has been given an electric shock,
goose bumps upon goosebumps. His lips feel warm to hers, like when
you dip your toe in to a warm bath and feel instantly relaxed. She
slips her hand also round his, feeling his shape as they pull
closer. She'd always dreamt of this and now here it was, and she
wasn't wasting a minute.
    Their kissing
becomes more frantic, heated, passionate. Their hands swarm over
each other like they are mapping every inch of each other. She
bites his lip, smiling as she does so. It is like a dream to her,
getting what she wanted. His hands reach up and cup her face,
holding her close as he kisses deeply. She allows herself the
luxury of her tongue to explore his, gently at first but soon as
entwined as their bodies. She finally pulls away from him for a
second to think, to collect her thoughts.
    'Well that
certainly was a good Christmas present...what I always wanted,' she
smiles as she speaks.
    'Do I smell
baking?' asks David?
    Sandra lets
out a loud laugh to his surprise.
    'David, you
have no idea.'
    'Well mind if
I join in?'
    She looks at
him again, then down at the mistletoe.
    'It would make
my Christmas!'
     

 
     
    A Christmas Carole
    by
    Mouna Lott and
TH Rusty
     
    Nick scowled
on his way to meet the lads down the local. He’d been working the
second job for six weeks and tomorrow was his last day. Working day
and night without pause had left him exhausted and unable to fulfil
his duties as a mate. Thinking about it, he didn't even remember
the last time they’d all gone out together. He hoped they wouldn't
ask what he'd been up to.
    He walked into
the pub and immediately the cold December air was replaced by the
yeasty smell of spilled beer in the garish carpet heightened by the
warmth of a bar full of patrons. Tinsel groped every lamp and a
large Christmas tree had squeezed itself in between the cramped
dark wood tables. The noise ricocheted off the tiny interior and he
heard the unmistakable howl of his brother laughing. He wandered
over to the table and smiled at the guys sitting with their drinks.
They clocked the festive bag.
    ‘ Ho ho
ho! And where have you been hiding? Are those our presents in that
sack?’ laughed his mate Josh.
    Nick hesitated
for a minute standing awkwardly wondering whether he should tell
them .
    ‘ Not a
chance! I haven't been working a second job, been slaving away day
and night so I can throw gifts at you buggers. I'm being a good dad
this year.’ he said defensively.
    ‘ Hey
drinks are on Nick!’ said Carl, lifting his beer to salute Nick.
His other