I wanna share the story I got from

Mistletoe Kisses by Slantedlight
It seemed impossible that Bodie had never seen Mistletoe before, but he swore he hadn´t.
“Not much of it around the Whirral” he´d pointed out, “or Africa.”
There´d not been much in the depths of Derby either, or not of the towns he´d been dragged around, growing up, but the one thing his Mum had insisted on doing when he was little, was taking them out on the bus, two days before Christmas, to some scrappy part of the countryside that her Mum had taken her to, and they´d hunted for trees with their branches of strange greenery, their berries and their exotic promise – another world, the Mistletoe whispered at him, there are other worlds….
And now Bodie whispered to him, under that Mistletoe, and he held him, and he kissed him, over and again.
“Got all those years to make up for, “ he´d say, matching at Doyle again, as he walked under the doorway. So Doyle kissed him. He kissed him for the Whirral, and he kissed him for Africa, and most of all he kissed him for being Bodie for being Doyles entire world.
no subject
Date: 2012-12-21 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-21 08:30 pm (UTC)And the Mistletoe Kisses are just FABULOUS! I love them to pieces, it´s so short, but everything important is said and done!
no subject
Date: 2012-12-22 01:13 am (UTC)