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The air in the Hunter’s living room was permeated by the warm, earthy smell of charcoal from the nearby fireplace, and the faint, ozonic scent of the snowstorm rattling the windowpanes.
Maple shifted his weight on the slightly worn leather couch, his paws sliding slightly on the polished hardwood beneath him as his attention was fixated on a good book. His attention drawn to every word until the sound of Molly, his younger sister's voice pierced through the silence.
"Brother. Could you help me with something real quick?" she asked as she playfully poked her head around the edge of the door frame.
He removed his reading glasses with his furred digits and gave her an inquisitive look before placing them and his book down on the nearby table. Making his way toward the quiet hallway that connected the kitchen to the den.
"Always so prompt" Molly said with a chuckle, leaning back against the doorframe. "I thought you would be too engrossed with your stories this time to listen to little ol' me."
He cocked his eyebrow at her, wondering what the petite little wolf was playing at. "What seems to be the trouble, Molly?" He asked. He took a step closer, but stopped when he saw her eyes flick upward.
Following her gaze, he saw it: a small, slightly wilted sprig of mistletoe tied with a fraying red ribbon, thumbtacked to the molding directly above their heads.
"Tradition is tradition," Molly whispered, her voice losing its edge of irony.
A small handsome smile slowly crept along the larger male wolf's muzzle. Without hesitation, he reached out, his fingers brushing the hair away from her temple before cupping her cheek. The cold from the windows hadn't reached this little pocket of the house; it was warm, private, and still.
As he leaned in, Molly met him halfway. The kiss started soft and slow, their soft fuzzy lips lingering close, tasting like cinnamon and felt like coming home. For a few seconds, the sounds of the harsh winds outside seemed to vanish. All she could feel was the scratchy tweed of his waistcoat under her palms and the steady, shared heartbeat of a December night.
When they finally pulled apart, Molly was smiling, her cheeks now a few shades pinker.
"Merry Christmas, Maple," she said softly.
"Merry Christmas to you too, Molly," he replied, still holding her close.Molly Hunter ©
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Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
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