† The Brat Queen †

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Deck the Halls
by The Brat Queen

A completely stand-alone bit of holiday fun

Usual disclaimers apply.

Thanks to all who are reading this for making my year bright.

"It's the wrong size."

"Wesley, this god-damn lobby is two stories tall and bigger than ten of any place I've lived in at any given time. It is not the wrong size."

"All right, can we put the tree down before you two get into this argument? Because I would really like to get this out of my hands before one of you makes a sudden move and accidentally stakes me with it."

"I just meant - "

"Guys. Tree. Down."

"Fine," Wesley let go of the Christmas tree with a roll of his eyes. "But I wasn't arguing. I was merely saying that from an artistic standpoint we may have wanted to get a tree which is wider."

Gunn gave him a look as he dusted pine needles off of his clothes. "Artistic standpoint?"

"Wider trees mean more presents under them," Cordelia pointed out.

"Also that," Wesley agreed.

Angel came over, surveying their handiwork. "That's crooked."

"We'll fix it," Wesley said.

"You think you're getting a lot of presents this year?" Angel asked, throwing him a sideways glance.

"I - er - " Wesley fiddled with his glasses.

"He already checked your spare closet," Cordy said.

"Yes, thank you, Cordelia," Wesley replied dryly.

Angel chuckled. He reached out one hand to snag Wesley by a belt loop and draw him closer. "Okay, maybe I got you a few presents this year."

"You went to a lot of trouble," Wesley said.

"Maybe I think you're worth it," Angel replied.

"Maybe we shouldn't put up the mistletoe 'cause y'all are already making my eggnog curdle," Gunn said. He then thought about it. "Too many holiday references there, you think?"

"You left out Hanukah and Kwanzaa," Cordy said. "So you're okay. You're a dork but you're okay."

"I only got you one," Wesley said to Angel, ignoring the other two. "I hope you don't - "

"It's perfect," Angel said. Somehow he'd drawn Wesley close enough that they were hip to hip without Wesley even having been aware that he'd been moved.

"You don't even know what it is," Wesley accused. "How can it be perfect?"

"You got it for me," Angel replied. He nuzzled in, then brushed a kiss over Wesley's lips.

"Think they're getting out of the liplock anytime soon?" Gunn asked.

"Not for a half hour, at least," Cordy replied.

"Wanna try to find where Angel hid our presents?"

"Okay, sure."

FIN.

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