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“Oh, Y/n!!” Gabriel called, smirking as he waited for you.

You huffed a few choice words before searching for the winged man.

“Gabriel, I swear to your Father, this better be important.”

You step into the living room, only to find the snarky archangel standing there holding a small piece of mistletoe above his head.

“Hey, sugar,” he drawls out, winking flirtatiously.

You grin at his cheesy nature and roll your eyes.

“What could you possibly want, Gabriel?”

He quickly teleports in front of you, gently swaying the mistletoe over you and leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You smile into the kiss, reaching up to snatch the plant while his hands fall to your hips and pull your body closer. With a smirk, you break away from him and bring the mistletoe down below the waistband of your jeans.

Gabriel’s eyes slowly trail down your body as he smirks.

“Merry Christmas to me.”