[ she wasn't expecting that, and she tenses at the feel of his lips pressed against her skin, but doesn't lurch away or demand he release her. kathryn tolerates the affectionate gesture for what it is, what it represents— only to ruin the moment as mistletoe sprouts from the outer wall of the ledge. apparently, one doesn't need to be under the mistletoe to be affected by it. she takes his face in her hands, raises up as high as she can on her toes, and kisses him again. ]
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