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Kiss Under the Mistletoe

“Hey John, do you know why people kiss under the mistletoe?” Roy asked as he kept a protective grasp around his girlfriend’s, Roxie, petite waist. John gagged at the sight as he put up the mistletoe on the entrance of the Foley’s living room.

“I don’t know, why are you asking?” John asked as he stepped down the ladder and took a seat opposite from the couple.

Roy shrugged and stared at the mistletoe. Roxie, realizing what her boyfriend was staring at, rolled her eyes and asked him, “What are you thinking about, Roy?”

Roy smirked as he looked at his girlfriend, “What do you think?”

Roxie rolled her eyes, “Me, who else?”

Smiling, Roy nodded, “Yes, you’re exactly right. Hey, Rox, do you know the story behind kissing under the mistletoe?”

Looking at her boyfriend peculiarly, she nodded, “Yeah, why?”

Roy looked at her as if waiting for the story. Sighing, Roxie took Roy’s arm off of her and began the story behind the mistletoe.

“Well, Ancient Romans believed that mistletoe had the magic power of peace. If opposing soldiers met under a mistletoe covered tree they would temporarily put down their weapons and declare peace for the day,” Roxie looked at John and Roy to see if they were interested at all. To her shock, they were looking at her with wide and curious eyes. She shied away from the two slightly and continued, “In later times, in both England and Scandinavia, it was customary to hang mistletoe over doorways. Anyone who passed under supposedly came in peace and was greeted in a friendly manner, perhaps with a kiss. This probably accounts for the current custom of kissing under the mistletoe.”

John sat up and asked, “Is that all? There should be more.” Roy agreed with his best friend.

Roxie rolled her eyes and nodded, “There is another story if you want.”

Roy and John nodded their heads in agreement as if they were little kids waiting to hear a bedtime story. Chuckling slightly, she continued with her storytelling, “One Scandinavian legend states that Loki, the god of destruction, killed Baldur, the god of peace, by shooting him with an arrow made from mistletoe. Other gods and goddesses were saddened by Baldur's death and asked that his life be restored, which it was. In appreciation, his mother, Frigga, hung up the mistletoe and promised to kiss all who passed under it. Because of this, mistletoe became the symbol of both forgiveness and love. Happy, now?”

Roy smirked as he picked Roxie bridal style and swung her over to underneath the mistletoe. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he purred.

John almost gagged and excused himself to be out of the room. Roxie chuckled slightly and grabbed his head and brought it closer to hers until their lips were touching. From the kitchen, John could be heard vomiting his breakfast burrito, but couldn’t be heard over the moans emitted from Roy and Roxie.

Just a cute oneshot. Like it? I am on a roll now. Please review!

Forgiveness is the scent that the rose leaves on the heel that crushes it.

-Rosefire