Home for the Holidays

[sweetcandygirl]

Over the weekend, Harley was busy decorating her Nexus apartment, stylizing everything in soft whites and a few bright splashes of reds.

In the middle of the apartment, where her aerial silks normally hang from the cathedral ceilings, and several pinwheel decorations. And soft Christmas music is playing on the stereos, filling the open areas of her apartment.

The smells of several delicious foods waft from the kitchen. Everything is made with a vegetarian-friendly flare, that is still respectful to the season itself. And to supplement the fact there may not be any meat on the menu -- there is a large keg of ale on a countertop nearby. There is also plenty of wine, cocktails, and eggnog available.

Harley has invited a few people over to her apartment for a small pre-Christmas party. Mostly, those who already live or stay in her apartment.

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[coldsong]

Loki is one of those fashionably late kind of assholes. He was quite possibly Extra before Extra was cool, and so when he does make his entrance, he's dressed to the nines. He was seriously considering an elaborate Halloween costume and didn't get around to it, so he's making up for it now. Possibly he's watched a few productions of A Christmas Carol lately, because he's wearing men's Regency costume. The shirt is black silk, the cravat a dull gold satin, and the waistcoat is black-and-gold brocade. Overtop is a green velvet tailcoat with accents that are too well coordinated with the color of the cravat to be accidental. The breeches are a little bit too snug to be authentic, and anyone who thinks that wasn't intentional doesn't know Loki very well, but between that and the black stockings and shoes, he looks like he's just about all legs.

As a finishing touch, he's wearing his twin-horned helmet, and he's tied a sprig of mistletoe to the left horn with a twist of red ribbon. He stalks right over to Harley first thing, bows, and offers her a small bouquet, three white roses bundled neatly with sprigs of holly and evergreen. "Happy Holidays, dearest."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Awwww... these are lovely Princess." She sniffs at the white roses. And places a sprig of holly into her hair with a grin.

"Are you looking for lots of kisses tonight?" She teases him, stepping close to him. So close that her lips ghost over his lips.

[coldsong]

One overhearing might expect a mighty (heh) Aesir to be offended or made awkward by being called 'Princess', but Loki just breaks into a wider, warmer smile, completely unashamed.

"I might well be," he answers, and places one hand gently on her waist. "If you are amenable. You look beautiful, as always."

[sweetcandygirl]

"My favorite thing to do..." She plants a soft kiss on his lips, wrapping her arms around him, and pulling him close.

"You look very handsome. Very dapper."

[coldsong]

"Your favorite? Truly?" He kisses back, gentle, eyes falling shut. For once, not a performance.

"Mn. I wanted to stand out. But I will wear the sweaters you gave me all winter."

[sweetcandygirl]

"So much so I made it part of my revised 12 Day of Christmas wish list. 5 Kisses to Loki. And of course, the song ends with a magpie in a lemon tree." Harley grins. And gives him another kiss.

"Aw sweet. Just wait for your final gift."

[coldsong]

"Five kisses to Loki. A dozen or so from Loki," he chuckles softly. The atmosphere in here is warm and sweet and friendly. It makes him feel unusually mellow.

"Final gift. I'm afraid now, darling. Is it the Grinch himself, stuffed into a box?"

[sweetcandygirl]

"Then we multiply the kisses and keep going..." Harley rets against him, content in his arms. Feeling safe for the moment.

"No Grinch. But it will be wrapped. In. A. Big. Red. Bow." The way she accents those last few words will give him plenty of big clues.

[coldsong]

"I see," he purrs softly and tucks his chin over her head. "Then I look forward to unwrapping it. Slowly."