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

[passingthrough]

I guess I can't see any. [She smiles softly at him and then her eyes fall closed as he kisses her neck and she lets out a breath. If he keeps compensating like that it won't be a matter of "if" they do it again.]

I'm glad you walked in when I told you not to. [Thereby trapping them under mistletoe.]

[goldenglasses]

[He doesn't take it any further than a kiss or two. For now.

At the moment content to quietly lay with her in his arms.] Good, I'm glad,because I am too.

[And not just for the physical reason. It felt good to be open to someone he felt wouldn't change they way they treated or acted around him for it.]

[passingthrough]

[She likes that part too. Okay, she liked both parts a lot. But the connection and intimacy of just sharing with someone—even if she did more of the asking and listening so far—is comforting. It makes her feel less alone more so than just being touched though that tends to other absences.] Mutually assured goodness then.

[She's quiet, just lying there with him before she speaks up again.]

...Are you nervous? About what happens after we leave this bed.

[goldenglasses]

A little bit. [It didn't seem right to start lying now.] But I think we'll be alright in the end.

You?

[passingthrough]

So much. [Too honest?] But not because of you. [She kisses his cheek in hopes of reassuring him.]

[goldenglasses]

[He doesn't look at all offended by the suggestion. He can completely understand why she feels the way she does.]

Well then, I guess there's only one thing to do. Let's never get out of this bed again.

[passingthrough]

[That gets a laugh.] I like that solution. How are we going to get food though?

[goldenglasses]

Hmm. Think we could get delivery ordered to my bedroom?

[passingthrough]

You think Chuuya is going to make us a picnic basket?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, maybe with itching powder thrown into it.





...and I may deserve it. But only a little bit!

[passingthrough]

Hey, I don't and it's our picnic in this scenario where we're sharing things.

[goldenglasses]

Alright, then a sandwich clearly marked for each of us. Your sandwich is fine and mine has hot sauce between the meat.

[passingthrough]

Hot sauce on a sandwich with meat on it doesn't sound that bad. Are you afraid of spicy stuff even after all this?

[goldenglasses]

I'm afraid my taste for hot and spicy food are actually going to be completely muted after tonight. [Said with a predatory grin as he gives her cheek a kiss and then a quick nibble to her ear to drive his point home.]

[passingthrough]

Are you trying to say you're more into sweets now because I'm so sweet? [Raising an eyebrow, but enjoying his attention.]

[goldenglasses]

Actually; I'm thinking that all food is never going to be as satisfying as it once was after tonight. Because I'll always know that I'm missing out on tasting something much, much better.

And I am perfectly okay with that. [Just in case she somehow thought he was being overly serious.]

[passingthrough]

Awww, that's so sweet but also extremely gross.

[goldenglasses]

I live to please. So if I'm both sweet and gross than I've done my job here.

[passingthrough]

You really have. But no leaving. Stay. [As if it isn't his room. She nuzzles against him.]

[goldenglasses]

Just because my job is done doesn't mean I'm going anywhere. I'm too lazy for that.

Besides, this is my room after all and I just got it the way I like it! [He wraps his arm around her as she nuzzled close into a lose hug.

Yes, his room was much better now than it was yesterday.]

[passingthrough]

Your job, huh? [She kisses whatever is closest.]

[goldenglasses]

My job to please! I take it very seriously! [Said in a rather non-serious tone.]

[passingthrough]

This sounds like a very new job that you just picked up today. How are you feeling about it?

[goldenglasses]

I think I'm doing pretty good so far. Haven't gotten any complaints in the complaint box yet.

[passingthrough]

Oh my god, there's a complaint box? Can I borrow a pen and some paper? [Smiling at him.]