Title: Chirstmas Ficlet
By: Caroline Crane
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a little peppermint-flavored fic.

It's soft and warm and sweet and nothing like he expected, over way too soon and before he gets more than a taste of peppermint and fruit punch Nick's pulling back.

And Greg doesn't know what to expect, because he wasn't expecting anything that's happened so far. When he grinned and pointed above them at the mistletoe someone – probably that too-cheerful girl from the photo lab – hung over the door he expected Nick to blush and take a few careful steps backwards, look around at the office party to make sure no one had seen him standing there with Greg. He expected an excuse, maybe a stammered apology or even one of Nick's lame jokes.

He definitely wasn't expecting that smile, and he wasn't expecting the puff of hot air against his mouth in the seconds before Nick's lips pressed against his, hot and dry and fitted perfectly against Greg's mouth. For a second he thought maybe somebody had spiked the punch, but then he was too busy thinking about the fact that Nick had just kissed him. In front of…well, there were still a few people hanging around, putting off the inevitable start of the night shift with one last glass of punch and some lame Christmas music.

So he's not sure what to expect when Nick pulls back – that stammered apology, maybe, just a little delayed – but before he has a chance to find out Nick's kissing him again. And he wasn't expecting that either, but he's always been a big fan of surprises.