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Honey sniffled and grumbled in frustration.
Guy chuckled and wrapped his arms around them so they would be warm. “Don’t worry Honey, you’ll feel better soon.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to their shoulder.
“Get off of me, I don’t want to get you sick too.” They said, not doing much to struggle out of his grip. He smiled and rested his chin on their shoulder, pulling them closer so he could grab the wreath and hang it above them.
“You’re not contagious anymore hun,” He spun them around and held their face in his hands. “And even if you were, I would still grovel for your kisses in desperation of love, knowing illness would be worth your affection.”
Honey rolled their eyes and pushed him away from them so they could grab the box of utensils and start putting them away. Guy chased after them and begged for a kiss.
“Please my sweet, grumpy love.” He clasped his hands together and shook them in front of his face. “All I ask is one kiss. One little kiss and I will leave you alone for the rest of the half hour.”
“If I give you one kiss, then you’ll start wanting another one, and another one, and another one, and another one. I know you, Guy.” They sighed and opened the draw, sorting the spoons into one slot and putting the forks in the other. “And you can’t get sick, because there is no way in hell I’m making dinner alone on thanksgiving.”
Guy sighed dramatically and slouched. “What happened to our love?”
“You got annoying.” They said, making Guy gasp and put his hand on his heart in false innocence.
“Me? Annoying? Oh how you wound me!” He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head away from them, pretending to be hurt despite how obviously right they were. “How could you ever suggest such a thing about my good name?”
“Your name is literally Guy. What’s so good about that?” They smiled at him and pulled him in for a quick kiss so he would know that it was just a joke.
Guy watched them walk away, and he smiled at the tingle the feeling of their lips left. “Wait, Honey! That one didn’t count!” He ran to catch up with them.
Honey rolled their eyes and sighed. “Guy, you should really help me put up these stupid decorations. You were the one that wanted them.”
“I’ll help if you give me another kiss.” He smirked, feeling he had won.
They stared at him. “I can do it myself.” They grabbed the tablecloth off of the couch and started taking it out of the package. Guy made a hurt noise in the back of his throat and he whined in complaint.
“But Honey, I’m much more important than some silly decorations and fear of a simple cold.” He put his arms around them again and pulled them down with him onto the couch. Honey yelped and groaned in annoyance.
“Like I said, you were the one that wanted them up.” Guy hummed and ignored their complaints, nuzzling his nose into their neck and making them snort quietly. “Guy- Guy come on, you insist on doing this every year.”
“And every year you give in.” He mumbled, kissing up and down their shoulder. Honey laughed and tried to sit up, but Guy started to tickle them.
“Guy- Guy no sto-stop it!” Honey said, struggling against his grip. He laughed along with them as they jerked away from him. They managed to turn around in his hold and return his attack, forcing him to be the one to struggle away from them.
“Honey- Honey we can talk about this pleas- ow- Honey please!” He laughed and tried to grab their hands.
He held their wrists (gently) and tried to catch his breath. Honey chuckled quietly on his lap, and his ears melted at the sound.
It was nice hearing them laugh so freely again. Being sick had been hard for them, and they had been a lot more grumpy than they normally were. Guy continued to (annoyingly) express his affection through words, and try to keep them cheerful.
They had a very nice laugh.
“I missed your laugh.” He admitted, smiling at them with a marshmallow soft look in his eyes. Honey snorted and shook their head.
“Shut up.” They mumbled, getting their wrists free and pulling him in for a kiss. Guy hummed happily and pulled them closer, letting them bask in the warmth of a beautiful specimen such as himself.
“I love you, Honey.” He mumbled against their lips.
“I guess I love you too, you annoying little shit.”