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Christmas spirit M/O fluff

This is for x_posed-again, Happy Christmas, I hope you like it....

As always"No beta, no owe"

Christmas spirit

Marcus did not know how to find his Christmas spirit. When he was a child, Christmas had been all about fights and Fire whisky.
At Hogwarts he liked the Christmas trees Hagrid brought in - and he loved when Flitwick decorated them.
But he never told anyone that he liked it though. Slytherins were not supposed to like anything.
But now he was twenty-five and he should be able to like what he wanted.
But he did not know how to enjoy Christmas…..All his childhood memories would overtake his happiness.
Oliver on the other hand could not get enough of Christmas. His family had always celebrated ALL of it, and he loved it.
When Marcus came home from practice that evening, he was almost afraid to open the door. It was almost Christmas, and he was sure Oliver had decorated the flat with all sorts of Christmas decorations.
Marcus opened the door and found…..nothing. He felt sort of disappointed. What was wrong with Oliver?
“Oliver?”, he called out, suddenly feeling scared that something had happened to Oliver.
There was no sound, and Marcus felt really scarred, where was Oliver and why had he not decorated the flat?
Marcus went for the kitchen. He found a plate with his dinner on and a note from Oliver.
The note said:

Since you don’t have any Christmas spirit ,
I went home to celebrate it with my family.

Marcus starred at the note and could feel himself go pale, Oliver had left him….
He left the kitchen and went straight to the bathroom to throw up. It did not make him feel any better and he slumped down to the floor. He had driven Oliver away because he did not know how to celebrate Christmas. He went to the bedroom and saw Oliver’s boxes with Christmas decorations. The sight almost made him cry…he picked up an ornament and starred at it. With a dry sob he put it back in the box.
“Bloody hell, Oliver,” he whispered “ come back to me.”
That was it, he had to get Oliver back. He wrote five words on a piece of parchment and went for his owl. When Tulia - Oliver had named the owl, and Marcus thought it was the most stupid name he had ever heard until Oliver told him about Ron Weasley`s owl, the Tulia was not that bad - had left, Marcus looked at the Christmas decorations. All he could do now was wait.
He had been working for a couple of hours when he heard a noise. He left the kitchen at the sound of the front door creaking open and hurried to the living room.
Oliver was standing there with his mouth open looking around the flat. When he saw Marcus he whispered;” What have you been doing, Marcus??”
Marcus moved over to Oliver and grabbed his shoulders. “I have been decorating for Christmas”.
Oliver laughed and put his arms around Marcus` waist.
“I thought you hated Christmas”, he said looking around, there were ornaments, tinsels and lights all over the flat, “but then I got your note.”
“I thought I had lost you”, Marcus whispered, and to his own embarrassment he felt a tear rolling down his cheek.
Oliver looked up at him and brushed his fingertips over Marcus` face, then he put his lips on Marcus` mouth and kissed him softly.
“Why would I leave you,” he whispered against Marcus` mouth, “I love you.”
He kissed him again, then moved his head to look into Marcus` eyes. “If you don`t like the Christmas decorations we can take them down” he said.
“NO”, Marcus roared, grapping Oliver’s arms, as to stop him touching them, “NO, IT TOOK ME ALMOST THREE HOURS TO PUT THEM UP!!!”
Oliver laughed, then said with a soft smile;” How did you feel when you decorated the flat?“.
“Frustrated” Marcus said with a scowl, “I did not know how to do it”.
“Other feelings?” Oliver asked.
Marcus looked down at him and put his hands on either side of Oliver’s face.
“Hopeful” he whispered, “I was hoping you would come back.”
Oliver moved his hands down Marcus` body, then said; “That is what Christmas spirit is all about, hoping and being with the ones you love.”
Oliver’s hands moved down Marcus` thigh, and Marcus buried his face at Oliver’s neck, and whispered; “If that is Christmas spirit, I can feel my Christmas spirit rise.”
Oliver laugh softly; ” Oh, I can feel it rise too”, he said moving his hand over Marcus´ crotch.
Marcus moaned and kissed Oliver.
None of them noticed that Tulia dropped Marcus` note on the floor, before she went hunting.

The note said: I love Christmas with you.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 1st, 2006 12:53 pm (UTC)
Awwwwww! Thank you hon! I need to return the favor! Let me know a story you would like (any characters) and I will write it for you for Christmas. Have a great holiday, my christmas doesn't start untill the end of Dec.
Dec. 1st, 2006 01:00 pm (UTC)
I am SO glad you like it, I think it turned out really cute...
I would love a Marcus/Katie story, but you don`t have to write me one..
*But I will love it if you do*
Happy Christmas..
Dec. 1st, 2006 01:03 pm (UTC)
Will do! Anything in particular you would like to see? Plot line, story ideas?
Dec. 1st, 2006 01:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, a big fight and a lot of making up would be nice ;-)
Dec. 1st, 2006 01:09 pm (UTC)
Will do!
Dec. 3rd, 2006 11:11 pm (UTC)
Hehehe! I love it when these boys get mushy :)
Dec. 4th, 2006 03:03 pm (UTC)
Oh me too...they are so cute..
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