A Very Normandy Christmas: Part Two

"I have something for you," Garrus said, flicking his mandibles in a roguish grin. He held his hands behind his back, leaning back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I think you'll like it."

Rylee smiled, and her emerald eyes smiled with her. "Oh really?" she asked, tipping to the left a little. She'd had just a bit too much to drink. "What'd you get me?"

Garrus tapped her nose gently with the tip of his talon. "Close your eyes," he said softly, in a way that sent shivers up her spine.

She obliged, pressing her eyes shut tight. Her cheeks flushed pink in anticipation.

He raised his right hand over their heads, leaning down so he was a few inches from her face. "Open them," he whispered.

Rylee opened her eyes to find Garrus' own caught on a green collection of leaves with a red bow dangling above their heads.

Around them, the lively banter, singing of old Christmas carols, scents of various Christmas delights, and simply the existence of the crew seemed to drown out. Leaving Garrus and Rylee as the only two people in the galaxy.

Ry leaned forward slightly, putting her nose to nose with Garrus. "What happens under the mistletoe," she said seductively, "stays under the mistletoe."

And there they stood, in the center of the Normandy mess, all eyes on them, wrapped in each other's embrace, eyes fluttered shut, mistletoe slipping from his talons, and mouths in a seemingly endless dance.