AMIP: Kissing Under Mistletoe

Lucille notice something was off when she saw Francoeur was quiet after the performance. She was concern as he seem to have something on his mind even as they were walking back to the townhouse together while the air grew colder and move closer to him to stay warm.

"Francoeur is something wrong?" The large flea turn to her, tilting his head slightly before chirping out, "What is that thing up there?"

Now Lucille look confused, "What thing?" Francoeur pointed to the object hanging above one of the shop doors that he had seen early today and was hanging every place he could see making him so curious as to what it was. Lucille follow where he was staring at and saw the small plant tied there, "Ah that would be a mistletoe."

"A Mistletoe?" Lucille nodded, "Oui it is used on certain occasion around this time, it's when a person is standing under it and the one closest to them, they, well that is..." Lucille knew she was stammering as she was trying to explain what the purpose of the mistletoe was for while Francoeur look to her with his yellow-reddish eyes, listening eager to know about it.

"Um it's for two people to go and share a kiss."

There she said it and now Francoeur gave her a confused look, "A kiss under there, but why?"

Lucille didn't know but she shrugged, "It's tradition, now does that answer your question?" Francoeur nodded, "Oui merci Lucille, thank you for telling me about this." She smiled and put her arm around his and lean against him, "Anytime Francoeur." The two then continue on their way, Francoeur mulling over what she just told him.

The next evening had went well, the last of the applause dying down and the curtain dropping as Lucille and Francoeur head back to their dressing room.

She was moving towards one of the lamps in the darken room but then heard Francoeur chirp as he took notice of something within the darkness.

"Ah Lucille?" Lucille turn, her hand paused over the lamp, "Yes Francoeur?"

"You're standing under it." Lucille blink, "Under what?" She lift her head and look up and there it was, a mistletoe. She could have swore it had not been there before but then she thought someone must've...

RAOUL! He had been in here earlier, acting strange but then she had brushed it off as something but now she saw she was wrong. Oh when she gets her hand on him, she was thinking of a million things to get back at him when Francoeur cross over the room to her side. "Lucille, um you're standing under it, so does that mean..." She look to see he was looking a bit nervous as he stood closer to her and seeing they were side by side. Lucille looking from him to the mistletoe and knowing that the laws of tradition called for it and since Francoeur was looking to her with those sweet soulful eyes, eyes that she constantly saw in her mind, drowning into those golden liquid pools and seeing the man within him. The kind that seem to show her a special world that only they shared while they sang their melody.

"Francoeur come here." She watched as he bend down, his huge form nearly towering over hers but knew would never hurt her. She then tilt her head slightly so that her face was inches from his.

As their lips touch for the first time, snow began to fall from the heavens as two hearts shared the joy of being one on that special night