Grinch
"Christmas Carols."
Buffy was being very seriously grumpy. She was sitting cross-legged at the end of their bed, a challengingly petulant expression on her face. Tara wasn't sure why she was being such a Grinch about Christmas this year, though it probably had something to do with the fact they had finally made it to Ohio and things were already getting... interesting ([slimy, snarly, and gross]), but Tara was determined to find something about Christmas to cheer her up with.
"Always sing off-key."
Tara sighed, "Christmas lights."
"Electric bill."
"Snow?"
Buffy arched a brow, "I'm a native Californian."
Tilting her head to the side, Tara thought for a moment, "Um... Christmas cards."
"Clutter."
"Oh!" Tara's head straightened, her brow furrowing, "Now, that's not true! You loved to hang the Christmas cards up."
Buffy shrugged, looking away and studying her nails.
Tara's eyes narrowed, her expression becoming even more resolved, "Christmas trees."
"Pine needles all over the place to clean up."
"Rrr... Eggnog."
"No more alcohol for Buffy ever."
"Non-alcoholic eggnog," Tara challenged.
"Ick."
Heaving a sigh this time, Tara leaned back against the headboard, "Snowmen?" She asked weakly, hopefully. She was running out of things that immediately came to mind when she thought about Christmas.
"See above, RE: California."
Tara looked away, towards the window where snow was indeed falling lightly outside... A small smile slowly quirked the corner of her lips up. Turning her head back towards Buffy she softly inquired, "Ice skating?"
Buffy opened her mouth for a moment and then closed it, looking down and plucking at the blanket.
Yes! Tara's smile grew to a small grin and she sat up again, head lower, eyes dancing enticingly, "Mistletoe?"
Slowly, Buffy's hazel eyes rose to look through lashes at her, a smile threatening to break across her own features, "Okay... I'll give you ice skating." She let the smile break free and unfolded her legs to begin crawling up the bed towards Tara, "And mistletoe."
Tara smiled and leaned to meet Buffy as she closed the distance and tilted her head in for a kiss, "So, you'll stop being such a grump?" She asked teasingly, lifting the covers so Buffy could climb under.
Grumbling softly, the slayer slid under the blankets and close to Tara's side, tugging her gently down to lay beside her, "I make no guarantees."