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Tim hated Christmas for so many different reasons. The forced sweetness. The urge to decorate lest your house would appear dead inside and outside in comparison to the neighbors. The unspoken expectations of presents and the awkward disappointment when they weren’t any.
And wrapping gifts. Mostly wrapping gifts.
Just like now when he was hovering over the kitchen table, a horribly wrapped present, an already empty roll of tape and some scissors
scattered out in front of him. He was laser focused on the wrapper however, that simply wouldn’t fold to his will. Whose idea was wrapping presents anyway?
“My god, Tim. What are you doing to that poor present?”
Oh great.
Lucy commenting on his poor wrapping skills was the last thing he needed and now she stood in the doorframe, eyeing him with a mix of pity and amusement. Not helpful.
“I’m wrapping it, obviously. Can you pass me another tape roll?”, he asked and Lucy, upon shutting the door behind her laughed wholeheartedly.
“Tim, there’s more tape on that present than wrapper!”, she chuckled and Tim huffed. “Yeah so what? At least I’m certain that it will last until Christ-”
The corner he’s so desperately been trying to tape down flipped upwards again.
Lucy pressed her lips onto each other, fighting for her life not to make a single sound.
“Don’t you dare.”, Tim whispered and pressed the tape down again. Why wouldn’t this hold??
“Okay, as hilarious as this is…”, Lucy began, still trying really hard not to laugh. “I’m in physical pain watching you abuse that poor wrapper. Let me do it.”
“No! It’s the present I’m gifting. I should be the one to wrap it!”, he argued and Lucy chuckled. “Even if it looks like that?”, she inquired and Tim stared at the piece of work that had already stolen half an hour of his life.
It hadn’t seemed like this to him before but the longer he looked at it, the more he had to fight the urge to tear that wrapper from the present and burn it to ashes-
“Nope, that’s it.”, he decided, suddenly pushing away from the kitchen counter, walking towards Lucy and sweeping her up without hesitation. “Woah, what are you doing??-”, Lucy squeaked, clinging to him in surprise.
“What does it look like. I’m going to wrap you up like the gift you are.”, he said and Lucy couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words.
“Is that an anecdote for tying me up or taking off my clothes?”, she inquired.
“I’m thinking... both.”, Tim smirked, before carrying her into the bedroom.
Because who cared if stupid tape or wrapper wouldn’t listen to him when someone as beautiful as Lucy certainly would, he thought and kicked the door shut.