“Even back then?” He whispers.
“Yes. Of course stupid! I worshiped the ground you walked on. I tried to impress you with everything I did.” I can’t quite bring myself to look him in the eye, I just wrap my arms around his back, hooking my thumbs in his chains and locking us together.
His hands inch under my robe to touch my skin.
“My beautiful Saint Nik. I have always been impressed by you.” He says as his fingers trace little patterns across my hips. “I should have told you that a millennia ago.”
“Then I suppose we have a lot of lost time to make up for.” I say, stroking my hand across his stomach. “My perfect Krampus.”
“First. Pancakes.” He says. “Then we’ll make up for all the time me missed together.”
My Krampus leans down to plant a perfect kiss on my lips. His breath is warm, and his lips are sticky with syrup, and I don’t think we’ll need mistletoe anymore.
The End
