Alison Blaire (
shimmerandsing) wrote2006-12-22 10:30 pm
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[Nexus 100] 014. Green
014. Green
Word count: 107
Rating: G
Notes: Holiday sap. :)
The trap was set. It needed no bait. Her prey would wander into it sooner or later. All she had to do was wait.
A slow, predatory grin spread across her face when the door opened. One step inside. Two. Five steps from the door were far enough and then she pounced. Her unsuspecting prey went down with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squawk.
Alison kissed her husband soundly and then when he was sufficiently breathless, she grinned. She smiled and pointed up to the leafy, green plant hanging above them.
"Hiya! Allow me to introduce you to the fine, Christmas tradition that is... mistletoe."