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"What time are we supposed to be there again?"
"Uh, six I think."
"It's almost four and I'm not even finished with the pie yet."
Sam chuckled, glancing over his shoulder to check on his grumbling boyfriend. He was glad for the open concept of their apartment, because it allowed him a full view of the kitchen from the living room.
"I would help, but my hands are tied right now."
Bucky paused to look up, "I hope that wasn't a dad joke about your hands being tangled in Christmas lights."
Sam shrugged, feigning to answer as he turned back to his task of untangling the lights. He had been setting up the tree since noon and was currently trying to decorate. He didn't intend to finish it any time soon since he and Bucky would have to leave out by 5:30.
They worked in relative silence for a while before Sam heard the oven being shut and his boyfriend sighing.
"You done?" He called out, without looking up from the box of ornaments he had started to look though. The lights were already on the tree and he didn't know how they looked without turning them on, but he was sure he did a good enough job.
"Yeah," Bucky replied. Sam heard the soft pitter patter of bare feet on the wooden floor as the other man approached. "Just have to wait for it to bake now."
"That's good."
Bucky sat down beside Sam and watched him work for a moment.
"What? You're not gonna go shower?"
Bucky huffed, "I don't even think I want to go at this point."
"Why not? You already went through the trouble of baking the pie."
"Ugh, you're right. Who even has a Christmas party on the 15th anyway?"
Sam laughed, nearly dropping the ornament in his hand. He quickly put it on the tree and went to pick up another one.
"Steve does. You'll be fine. We can always leave early. I'm sure he'd understand."
Bucky didn't reply and Sam was about to look at him when he heard his voice once more.
"Hey, look up."
Without thinking, Sam tilted his head up and promptly burst into laughter when he saw the mistletoe hung over his head, held precariously by his boyfriend's fingertips.
"Are you serious?" He asked, once he had calmed down enough to talk.
Bucky nodded, already puckering his lips. Sam shook his head, but decided to amuse the other's antics. He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his boyfriend's lips, humming when he was pulled back into a longer, yet no less gentle one.
"There. You've had your kiss. Now, go get ready. I'll go after you're done."
Bucky frowned, reluctant to move. He soon got up, though and began to leave the room, heading down the hallway to their bedroom.
"All of a sudden I don't feel so merry."
Sam's bright laughter followed him all the way to the room.