Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the following: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, X-Men or Smallville.
Moderator Note: WWE portions of this fic have been removed due to site rule changes.Christmas Greetings
Dawn Summers twirled the candy cane around her fingers, looking around with disinterest at the various partygoers. The Wolfram and Hart Christmas Party was occupied with people she didn't give a fig about.
With a sigh, the young woman tried to remember exactly how it was that Angel had convinced her to come. Some party. I mean, a Christmas costume party?
Shaking her head, the brunette once again threw herself into the crowd, searching for anyone interesting to talk to. Not likely to happen here. It seemed all she ever talked about was demons.
Dawn kept her eyes low. If she didn't make eye contact, she hopefully wouldn't get pulled into another conversation about how hard it was to defend Empusae demon in court.
With a slight stumble, Dawn jolted into another person. Losing her balance, she would've fallen if it weren't for a steadying hand coming down on her shoulder. Looking up, she locked eyes with the most beautiful man she had ever seen. A smile graced his features as he took in her outfit.
"Not everyday that you run into Santa's Little Helper."
"Not exactly normal to be talking to a Christmas angel either. Dawn Summers."
The icing squirted out of control, dripping onto the tablecloth. The regal looking young man took in the sight with an unhappy frown upon his face. That frown was then deepened as a soft female laugh filled the air.
Staring at his girlfriend the man managed to ground out a sentence, "So, you think this is funny do you." The young woman simply smiled sweetly at him, nodding her assent. She then went back to decorating her own cookies.
Looking down at her perfectly beautified gingerbreads the man let a smirk grace his features. Grabbing the icing in front of him, once again, he moved behind the woman intent on her project.
Reaching the icing towards her face, he quickly squirted a glob of the red sugary substance onto her perfectly pale cheek. At the cold wetness on her skin, the young woman jumped up, turning around in outrage.
"Lex!" she cried reaching for the suave millionaire. As she tried to playfully smack him he caught her in his arms, pulling her close to him. He quickly leaned down and dragged his tongue along the offending icing. Winifred Burkle giggled at the sensation.
The ginger bread candy canes lay forgotten on the table.