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"Riddle me this." Edward stood against the doorframe leading into the front hall of Wayne Manor, his arms crossed and lips pulled back into a smirk. "Are you going to kiss me or not?"
Bruce blinked. He'd only arrived home from an hours long board meeting a few minutes prior and was still struggling to think of anything beyond stock prices and market predictions.
"Well?" Edward continued. "It's a week into the new year, Bruce. Surely you could have asked Alfred to take the mistletoe down by now."
Bruce chuckled. Leaning forward, he pressed a quick kiss onto the center of Edward's left cheek.
"That isn't quite what I meant."
Bruce pressed his lips firmly against Edward's own. Oh, the things he had to do to make Edward shut up!