Closed; Holidays + George

[ccecilia]

The day she and George decided to have their own Christmas had happened upon her more quickly than she originally anticipated, Cecilia suddenly frantic as she tried to get her flat in order. Although the two of them had taken to tangling themselves in her sheets quite regularly, she was still eager to have the place finished with Christmas

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[george_goesboom]

George had done enough stressing out about their early-Christmas date and Cecilia's present over the course of the past week, he was convinced that he had at this point spent the entirely of his anxiety reserve (which was, admittedly, not all that extensive to begin with). By the time the night in question actually arrived, he managed to simply get dressed, gather up the small box in which he had wrapped up the keys and necklace symbolic of Cecilia's actual gift, and Apparate just outside the now-familiar flat, all without spending any unnecessary extra time fussing with his hair or pacing the living room or rethinking the entire thing in a fit of paranoia

[ccecilia]

Cecilia had only been partially right about the tension leaving her as George walked through the door. The way he wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing his lips to her cheek, it soothed her- made her feel safe. She'd been feeling very much the opposite of that all day, the encounter with her mother throwing her completely for a loop

[george_goesboom]

George's lips quirked up in a smile to match hers. The hint of concern still lingered at the back of his mind (no one who was ever really, actually, completely fine ever added '-really' to that reply), but he didn't push the issue, simply drew her a little bit closer.

"You look ridiculously flawless, as always," he let his eyes trail down the length of her dress (at least as much as their proximity would allow).

[ccecilia]

It wasn't hard for Cecilia to ease herself in his presence, just the way his eyes traveled down her dress, the smile on his lips. She couldn't help but laugh softly, her hands reaching out to smooth his jacket. "As do you," she told him, wrinkling her nose affectionately up at him.

She grabbed his hand, leading him farther into the flat where a fire was crackling. Strands of garland were strung across the mantel and the tree was sparkling with quite a few strands of lights. It had taken her the better part of her morning but it had been rather therapeutic.

"I, erm- might have gotten a little carried away in the Christmas decorations department," she told him sheepishly.