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[ At this point holiday parties are to be expected, just as much as spells and mistletoe. Four years of routine and tradition aren't often broken, especially by the DR, and the annual Christmas Eve party is here. There's not a big ballroom this year, or a large snowy landscape. Just a large room, decorated with soft couches and sofas, a large, warming fireplace with stockings hung up, and an enormous fresh Christmas tree, decorated in red and green and silver. It's nothing huge, but there are candles on shelves and the table, wreathes on the doors, and two other doors. One is a sliding glass door on the opposite end that leads to a pier over the water, lined with icicle lights, and the other leads to a snowy outdoor area filled with mysteriously docile and friendly reindeer. Who knows? Maybe some of them can even fly.

There are probably a few people who only come for the food, and they won't be disappointed. There are two tables lined with party foods. Sweets, cheeses, sausage and mini sandwiches. No matter how much is taken they never seem to run out, and there's a smaller round table of drinks, including punch and eggnog.

Formal wear seems to be a given, even with the comfortable atmosphere, and anyone who didn't at least try to dress semi-formal will find themselves in something more festive. ]

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Oh, my regular stuff is probably still all in my rooms, if they exist again. But there was a shirt or two I wouldn't mind keeping, from the newer stuff. I'll have to swing by that room later.

[By later he means like, two days from now. Whenever they stop being attached at the hip. Or hand. Or groin.

Also they'll be able to see his proper doors any minute now, instead of the painted walls they had been.]

Oh.

[That makes sense, if he really cares about keeping them. Anyway, they probably get to the hall pretty fast, considering it's a place they're both familiar with and neither of them care to stick around people. Riku will be unsurprised but pleased that his rooms indeed appear to be solid doors.]

You got lucky.

Seems like it.

[He smooths his free hand over the doorknob of his regular apartment when they reach it, then opens it and tugs Riku along inside.]

[Thank god she wasn't wearing heels, because that tug was unexpected and almost tripped her up. Of course, she's inside immediately, looking around with a fond appreciation.]

[He loosens his grip some once they're inside, so she can pull away if she wants while he wanders to make sure nothing's missing from the last time he was in here. Not that there'd be any reason for something to be missing, but you never know with this place.]

[...nah. It's nice to see his apartment again after so long, because she has fond memories here, but it's not nearly as important as staying close to him. She'll let go if he wants to, but she's following anyway.]

[In that case, he's definitely not letting go yet. Nothing is missing, everything's exactly where it had been the last time he'd been in here, even if that had been ages ago. There's not even a layer of dust or anything!]

I feel like I got ripped off. There was dog hair and dust everywhere when I came back.

[And dust. It was gross. Didn't she stay with Red that night?]

Maybe the rest of this place turned into a painting or something like the doors.

[Shrug! Tough luck, Riku. Speaking of staying the night, can she guess where he's headed now that every other room has been checked on?]

Maybe.

[Now she's just imagining what it all might have looked like. She's not really bitter about him not being forced to clean up the place, and is actually pretty glad for it. They have better things to do. And yes, she can guess. His hand is getting squeezed.]

Guess we'll never know.

[He squeezes back once before dragging her into the bedroom. To be honest, he's not even necessarily wanting sex, just to be close to her.]

[That's fine. She feels the same way. Sex would be a good way to celebrate, I don't think either one of them would argue that, but she doesn't care what they do.]

That's fine, I can think of more important things.

So can I.

[He kicks his shoes off and promptly flops onto the bed, pulling her with him so she'll land on the bed and not him. He wouldn't her landing on him, he's just, you know, kind of bony.]

[She braces herself to land on her free arm, and blows her hair out of her face when the fall messes it up. Gee thanks. She'll resist the sarcasm this time, taking the opportunity to just look at him.]

[He looks amused, and weirdly open. And fond. Definitely fond. He doesn't talk yet, just taking a moment to... who knows, memorize how she looks right at this moment, or something dumb like that.]

[That's fine, she's doing the same thing. It's nauseating, isn't it? As for Riku? She looks happy. A little nervous, maybe, but mostly happy.]

What?

[He shakes his head and leans in for a kiss. He doesn't really have an answer to why he's staring. At least, not one that doesn't sound dumb and sappy, which he is definitely not admitting to.]

[Who cares if he's dumb and sappy? She already has been like three times in the past hour. But if silence gets her kisses then she doesn't really mind if he doesn't want to talk. She just puts her hands on his face and returns it.]

[His hands start to move over her lightly, not really going for sensual or anything, just touching, feeling her there, exploring like he's expecting to find something new now that they've gone and declared their love.]

[She won't stop him. She might make it more difficult, moving closer, pressing herself against him, but she won't stop him. The logical part of Riku knows that they've been having sex regularly for over two years, they've been friends for double that, and even if she doesn't know how long he's had feelings for her, hers have been going on for so long that it doesn't really change anything now that they've admitted it and know how they feel. They're not the type of people that something like this would change. But despite knowing that, she's almost nervous now that the initial delirious happiness has calmed. What's supposed to happen next? She pulls away from him enough to talk, eyes on his face.]

What happens now?

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Hell if I know, I'm kind of new to this sort of thing.

[Emotions? Relationships??? Complete mysteries to him. A part of him is nervous he'll find a way to mess this up before they've even really gotten off the ground. The rest of him is pretty sure that's fucking moronic, considering the shit they've already been through as friends and friends with benefits, but he just can't help it. He takes a moment to shift and press his face against her hair.]

Probably go on like normal, I guess. Except with more PDA.

[She snorts very obviously, amused, but affectionate. The very idea.]

PDA never struck me as your thing, but I guess I can deal with that.

[Obviously she's just teasing. She doesn't expect they'll be making out in public in the fashion of love-struck teenagers. Close, but not quite. She moves her hand to take his, eyes closed.]

So does that make us... what? What are we now?

Alright, less bothering to give a fuck over people seeing us kiss, then. Better?

[He hums against her hair at the question, wondering that himself. They've gone into this... well, not backwards, really, but certainly sideways or something.]

No clue.

That is better, actually.

[She turns her head to kiss... whatever part of him is closest. His cheek, his neck, something. She starts to say something after that and stops short, hesitating, just breathing against him.]

Would you want to say we're dating? I don't know if that sounds right.

[It's a weird word, when it's the two of them. They're not courting, they won't be doing any "dates" different from what they have been. It feels like something else.]

[That makes him huff out a laugh and shake his head a little. 'Dating' doesn't really seem like something that happens properly in the DR at all.]

I don't think there's a word for what we are.