Partridge in a Pear Tree by LQ

"Okay, have we got everything we need for the party?"

"Yes, Darren, we do," said an exasperated Daniel. "We have the gods-know-how-many gifts, at least 5 pounds of tinsel, 4 bags full of stocking stuffers, 3 different kinds of champagne, 3 buckets of egg nog and..."

"A partridge in a pear tree," interrupted Darren in a sing-song voice and with a cheeky grin.

Daniel tried to glare, I mean, he really really did, but who can resist Darren. Especially when he's grinning cheekily? It took about 3 seconds before he shook his head and smiled. Reaching out he wrapped his arms around Darren and buried his face in his sweet smelling hair.

"You are incorrigable, you know that?"

"You love me, you know you do."

"With everything I am."

Glancing up Daniel spied the mistletoe hanging over their heads and, with a cheeky grin of his own, leaned forward to claim his prize.

"Merry Christmas my Darren."