Christmas is ahead of us and to get me in the right mood enjoy these romantic scenes. Also not me trying to manifest something like that for a Christmas-related banner

"Rafayel?" you call your boyfriend as you grab a silvery lametta garland from the pile of Christmas decorations. "Can you lend me a hand here?" as you flash him an innocent smile.

The purple-haired painter walks over to you from the other side of the huge Christmas tree where he placed the final fairy lights. "Sure, cutie."

As he arrives beside you, you sling the garland over his broad shoulders and his wonderful sunset eyes lock into you. "Huh? What- " but he can't finish the sentence as you pull on that glittery string, bringing his handsome face closer to yours.

Surprise flash his blue and pink irises as you get lost in them for a second. Rafayels eyes are just too beautiful to not admire them. But you gather yourself fastly, grant him another smile of yours before you brush his lips gently with yours.

Rafayels freezes as your lips graze his for a fleeting moment, the sunset of his eyes turning wide in surprise.

"Mistletoe," you whisper under your breath, a bit embarrassed by your boldness. And with heated cheeks, you point a finger upwards where some greenery is decorating the ceiling.

The Lemurian flicks his gaze to that point and a smug grin tugs at the corner of his lips as his eyes fall back to you, his cheeks covering a light red hue now. "A kiss under a mistletoe? How romantic." elegant artistic skilled fingers gliding along the side of your face, caressing the line of your jaw before cupping your chin in a gentle grip. "Buuuut..." turns his whispering voice deep and husky "... it needs a proper kiss to work, you know."

And then your lips touch his again, this time it's Rafayel who brushes over them. After another hot breath that mingles with your own, you're greeted with a full cover of his soft plush, and pink lips, gliding softly over your mouth. You rejoin his movements and now you're lips are caught in an ancient dance, the steps and rhythm all too familiar and yet exciting and new at the same time.

Your hands wander from the Christmas decoration around his neck to the back of his head, pushing him unconsciously closer to you, fingers dig into the wavy strands of his amethyst hair as you lose yourself in the consuming feeling of his mouth on yours.

A moan escapes Rafayels throat at that and your face is wrapped in both his warm hands, the kiss turning more heated. Your head gets dizzy and a wave of want crashes through your body, leaving you desperate for more. Forgotten are the plans to finish the Christmas decorations or the plans you both have for the rest of the day as Rafayels tongue slips out to poke at your bottom lip, demanding entry which you grant without hesitation. Nothing matters anymore, only the hot limb that conquers the cave of your mouth, ready to devour.