Author's Note: I'm feeling very festive! This will be one of several Christmas stories I have planned. The others will be longer; I just couldn't resist doing this! I've got to satisfy the rampant LisBix plot bunnies in my head before I can start on anything else.

I don't own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima does.

Colors of Christmas
By: SmurfLuvsCookies

"What's this?" Lisanna took the box from Mirajane, eyebrows raised. It was wrapped in luminescent red paper that sparkled in the light of the giant Christmas tree, accented with shiny green ribbon tied in a neat bow. Someone had scrawled her name on the tag in bold black letters.

"A gift from your Secret Santa," her sister replied, smiling slyly. "I know who it is~!"

"Of course you do, Mira-nee," said Lisanna, rolling her eyes. "You always eavesdrop. It's no fun when someone gets you, because you always hear them talking about it. And you always figure out what they get you, too."

"I do not!" Mirajane gasped, offended. "I don't know who has me this year."

"Yes, you do. I've seen you eyeing Fried all night."

"I knew it was Fried!"

Lisanna shook her head and turned her attention back to her gift. "So, who's this from?"

"I'm not telling you," Mirajane said. "I'm kind of curious to see what they got you, though. They wouldn't tell me. It didn't take them long to figure it out, which kind of surprised me. I thought they'd have a lot more trouble. Come on, open it up!"

Lisanna shook the gift next to her ear, listening carefully. It was very light. She could hear the soft swish of fabric inside. "Oh! It's clothes."

"Really" Mira frowned.

"I take it my Secret Santa isn't exactly stylish? That means it's probably a guy. I should have guessed though, from the way you're all excited about it," Lisanna theorized. She looked down at the gift again, chewing her lip. "It's not Natsu, because he got Lucy...and it's not Elf-nii...not Fried...not Alzack..."

"Come on, just open it up! If you can't figure it out, I'll tell you who it is," Mirajane urged.

"Okay, fine." Lisanna carefully untied the green ribbon, setting it aside before she tore off the paper. Beyond that was a white cardboard box. She glanced at her sister eagerly before cutting the tape with her nails and removing the lid. She pinched the garment between her fingers and lifted it out of the box, her eyes growing wide as it unfurled.

It was a sheer silver dress that would've just fallen past her bottom, edged in white fur. At the top glittered a bra covered in red sequins, held up by two thin straps of the white fur. A thick, black leather belt separated the two peices.

Someone had gotten her lingerie for Christmas.

Lisanna mutely searched the guild for anyone who might have come up with such a gift. And then she caught Bixlow staring at her from across the room, smirking in anticipation. When he noticed her looking back at him, his tongue peaked out from his lips and wiggled suggestively in her direction.

The heat rushed to Lisanna's face in a wave, turning her skin an absurd shade of scarlet. She tore her gaze away from Bixlow and glanced over at Mirajane, whose fair complexion had become sickly green.

"Look at 'em," Bixlow chortled to himself as he watched Lisanna stuff his gift back into the box and march away with it, grabbing her sister by the arm and tugging her along while she did so. "They look like a couple a real-life Christmas decorations."