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Frey and Arthur had been a couple for a month now, and admittedly Frey had nothing to complain about. Arthur was gentlemanly, sweet, always happy to make time for the two to go on dates. And wherever they went, it was always such a joy. Truly, Frey could not be happier. But perhaps there was one thing that could make things even better.
She and Arthur had hit quite a few milestones as a couple. First date, holding hands, hugging, poking each other's cheeks, feeding one another—there really weren’t many firsts left for the two. But there was one, and Frey was itching to finally get there: their first kiss.
It made sense why it was taking some time to take such a huge leap. This was Arthur’s first serious relationship, and Frey was pretty certain this was her first relationship ever. They weren’t in any rush, the two happy to go at their own pace. But still, Frey was ready, and she was fairly certain Arthur was too. Now, how to set things up…
Frey was fortunate the winter holidays were approaching, and when she asked the other ladies of the village about her desire to kiss Arthur, they had given her the perfect plot.
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“I’m surprised you want to have a date here,” Arthur confessed as Frey tugged the man into her room. He could tell from her excitement that SOMETHING was going on, but Arthur decided to just let Frey do as she pleased and not try and guess whatever she had going on.
“I got us something,” Frey said, stopping in the middle of the room with a large grin.
“It’s still a little early, isn’t it?” Arthur asked with a small chuckle.
“I’ll give you a gift for Christmas, but this is something for *us*,” Frey said, emphasizing the us before flicking her eyes up.
“Hm?” Arthur looked up, a small flush forming on his cheeks as he saw it. A mistletoe was hanging up on the ceiling, and he and Frey were standing right under it. “Ah…” Arthur said, his gaze returning to Frey’s, she too now blushing.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Frey began, unable to meet Arthur’s gaze suddenly. “But I wanted to—” Frey was then interrupted when Arthur’s lips met with hers, Frey’s eyes lighting up before slowly closing to more enjoy the kiss.
“Sorry if you weren’t ready,” Arthur whispered, tucking a loose strand of Frey’s hair behind her ear. “But I simply couldn’t resist—”
“No, you’re fine!” Frey interrupted. The two were so red, embarrassed, neither could resist letting out a few laughs to help ease the tension. “That was wonderful. Thank you, Arthur.”
“Of course, thank you too, Frey,” Arthur said. Their gazes met again.
“You know what else would be wonderful?” Frey asked, leaning in closer.
“What?” Arthur asked, he too leaning in.
“If we kissed aga-” She didn’t even need to finish before Arthur kissed her again. The second kiss of many more to come.