Imagine your OTP decorating a Christmas Tree. Person A keeps stealing all the candy canes.

"Helena, you need to stop."

"I don't know what you are talking about, darling."

"You keep taking the candy canes off of the tree."

Helena adopted the most innocent face she could muster.

"I would do nothing of the sort."

Myka just stared at her, the stepped close, trapping Helena between her taller body and the Christmas tree. She wrapped her arms around Helena, and leant down to kiss her. It wasn't long before Helena parted her lips, giving Myka the evidence she needed.

Myka pulled back slightly.

"You taste like peppermint," she whispered as she slipped the stolen candy from Helena's back pocket.