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If you have not seen the Naughty vs. Nice X-mas special, it can be watched instantly on the disney website by simply searching it

Anyway, enjoy, and Merry Christmas!

A/N: And yes, I do adore this pairing :T

Thistleton should've known by now to watch his mouth around Magee. No quips were to be said around the North Pole Christmas Eve Command Center Coordinator (NPCECCC for short) that would stress her even more, no practical jokes or comments on her and Tiny's past relationship, and you were to never give her a nickname. But most importantly, one was to never touch Magee's eggnog. Ever.

Unfortunately, Thistleton broke all of these rules, and more.

And today, that namely entitled riding around the interior of his empty office/command center on his segway with Magee's unfinished eggnog held high in the air, out of the reach of the NPCECCC attempting futilely to wrench it away from him.

"Where's your holiday spirit, Magee?" Thistleton teased, standing taller on his motorized scooter as the slightly smaller elf reached fruitlessly for her drink. "It's Christmas Day."

Magee growled furiously under her breath, huffing as she tried and failed to rip the mug of eggnog out of the slim elf's hands again, "you won't live to see next Christmas unless you give me my drink back, Thistleton!"

"Are you joking?" The bespectacled elf chortled, his official and I'm-so-much-smarter-than-thou manner forgone, and replaced with a more joking and relaxed tone. "This is my leverage! If it even dare give it to you, you'd surely strangle me right here and now!"

"Exactly," Magee shouted through gritted teeth, her small hand barely skimming the base of her mug, still held aloft a good foot over her head. "So either way, I end up with my drink and you end up six feet under!"

Thistleton took a moment to simply revel in the moment, watching with a hidden lovelorn smile as the object of his affections continued to threaten him, all while continuing to reach for her precious mug. The bell earrings placed just below her auburn hairline jingled merrily every time she stretched higher, and his arm moved a centimeter upward in response. Even when enraged, her verdant green eyes still captivated him. She was simply perfect.

Returning to reality, Thistleton tut-tutted at the lady elf's brash threat. "Now, that's no way to act on such a jolly holiday, is it baby?"

While the bespectacled elf would've usually bit his tongue and hurriedly corrected himself whenever mistakenly naming the NPCECCC as such, Thistleton would now use the nickname in a joking manner. The effect on Magee however, was instantaneous.

Her delicate features hardened, eyes narrowing to jade slits, and her arms gradually lowered, petite hands curling into fists and planting themselves on her waist. This was the Magee that was not to be trifled with.

Just as Thistleton began to think that Magee was simply evaluating the ways to kill him, she had abruptly grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him towards her. Her lips met his own not a moment after, and the slim elf felt his face flush to a nice cranberry red and his heart skipped a beat. Or two. Or six.

It was during this momentary loss of any and all motor functions that Magee plucked her sacred mug out of Thistleton's limp grasp, and made her way out of his office not a second later.

Still frozen in dumbstruck silence, the lanky elf heard her call back to him in a smug fashion.

"Thanks, baby."