Christmassy Drabble Tree

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Sorry if this is a little early, but we've had these in the past and I thought it might be fun.  The way it works, for anyone new to it, is one person posts a drabble (about 100 words; it doesn't have to be exact) and the next person takes a line from that and uses it in their own drabble.

(I've used a prompt I gave Kahvi elsewhere, but I'm sure her interpretation will be different from mine.)

"It's ruined!  Ruined!"  Rimmer pointed a long, dramatic finger at the rainbow hued chart, which was divided neatly into squares adorned with painstaking copperplate handwriting.

Lister raised an eyebrow as he wafted the stench of charred pudding away from his nose.  "Yeah, man.  The fact that I messed up your fancy table is really the important thing here."

"The pudding was supposed to be eaten by 3pm so we could spend the next hour relaxing, followed by "It's A Wonderful Life" in the cinema at four, then dinner at seven thirty..."

His despairing tirade was cut short as a pair of whisky-moistened lips landed on his own.

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Rimmer kept his eyes closed after they'd parted; his cheeks were on fire. His self-inflicted blindness left him ill-prepared as Lister dove in for a second even more enthusiastic kiss. He stumbled and fell heavily against the wall of the galley, the press of Lister against him doing little to halt the flash of heat that was steadily creeping across every inch of his skin.

"Lister," he mumbled around the onslaught of his bunkmate's warm lips and tongue. With his eyelids determinedly closed, the hologram made a half-hearted attempt to hold his eager lover at bay. "Is... this... really... necessary..." he managed to blurt out in an awkward staccato while Lister continued to shower him with kisses.

"Just a few more," Lister murmured into Rimmer's ear before pulling the hologram to him. Rimmer, resigned to his fate, sighed deeply into Lister's mouth as he returned the kiss. Only when Lister finally pulled away, leaving him disheveled and painfully hard did Rimmer dare to open his eyes. Rimmer slid to the floor with a groan as he saw Cat, retching piteously in a corner, and Kryten, desperately trying to remove his eyeballs from their sockets with a soup spoon.

"Happy Christmas love," Lister cried out, spreading his hands wide. Rimmer gazed up at his bunkmate, for the first time able to fully appreciate the aesthetics of the mistletoe hat that Lister had concocted. Several sprigs of greenery hung from springy bits of wire that cascaded out from a Father Christmas hat. Perched on top of his bunkmate's happy, boyish face, the effect was somewhere between amusing and ridiculous. Rimmer found himself grinning in spite of himself.