Happy holidays to your lips~

[padadin]

✾ MISTLETOE MEME ✾

• You are stuck under a random mistletoe.
• There is a note on said mistletoe.
• Whoever comes within range will be pulled under the mistletoe and also be stuck.
• Now you both have to do what the note says to get unstuck.

The "orders" range from cordial to making out, so state your preferences. Feel free to mix and match them, too. Here are your options:

1. Hug. Easy enough. Can be a simple hug or a giant bear hug.
2. Kiss on the cheek. For those who might be a little shier.
3. Kiss on the hand. For those who want to be...well whatever kissing on the hand invokes. Charming? Dashing?
4. Kiss on the lips. 1-2-3 KISS. This is the tame version of the next one.
5. Make-out for five minutes. As described on the tin.


stolen from empatheias

Comments

[reluctantbastard]

I'm not sure how much work I get done now, but it would be worth the ire of Eamon and Teagan.

[He doesn't care what anyone else thinks about his marriage. It's his, not theirs.]

I know.

[And that's all the warning she gets before he leans down to place a very unchaste kiss on her soft lips.]

[bryces_pup]

[Riona grins at that. They do get work done, of course, but they were a little too fond of sneaking off for some time to themselves whenever they could. Lots of disapproving stares, but no amount of them ever deterred them.

Before she can say anything, he's kissing her. She sighs into the kiss, happy and content, arms pulling him even closer. She likes the mistletoe, she decides as she deepens the kiss, tongue running over his.]

[reluctantbastard]

[This, this is something that he will never tire of. Holding her, kissing her, hearing her happy, it's all so fucking amazing. He lets his tongue twist around hers as he lifts her up.

The mistletoe's "curse" has disappeared, but that doesn't mean that he's going to just stop what they're doing. Nope. In fact, he makes away with her from the doorway they've been to some place not blocking everyone from moving around.]

[bryces_pup]

[Riona's hold on him tightens as she feels him lift her up. Her legs wrap around his waist as he carts her off to some dark corner. She's quite content to just keep smooching him, though Maker take pity on anyone who'd happen to walk by at the moment.]