When Jude got grabbed beneath the mistletoe he'd just finished hanging, he fully expected to be kissed. Instead, Robert merely leaned in and crooned into his ear, "Hey Jude, don't let me down..."
He sung an entire two verses of that damn song before he sprung away again, laughing like the maniac he was, leaving Jude discomfited and unsatisfied in the doorway.
"Oi," Jude called out, "so where's my kiss then?"
Robert turned around, smirking. "Christmas traditions are for normal people, Mr. Law," he said, in his Sherlock Holmes accent, which Jude still maintained sounded like no London accent he'd ever heard before.
Jude got him back a couple hours later, while Robert was wrapped in a blanket and fully engrossed in a novel, ill-equipped to fend Jude off.
"Mmmmpf," he said into Jude's mouth, as Jude pressed him into the sofa and kissed him, mashing their chins together and biting at his lip a little to stop his protests. Minutes later, Jude pulled back, and noted with satisfaction that Robert was breathless. He was a little breathless himself.
"If we're not normal people," he said, accent rich and precise, and felt Robert shiver underneath him, "why don't I go run your present back to the store, hmm?"
"You, you wouldn't dare," Robert sputtered. "You are the nice one."
"And you're a bloody tease," Jude growled, and took advantage of the fact that he had Robert pinned and spread beneath him, and kissed him some more.