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]

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.]

[goldenglasses]

I would get up and get you a pen and some paper, but that would require getting up. I don't think I really want to do that right now. [He smiles right back as he can guess she doesn't want him to get up either.]

Maybe you could just tell me of any complaints and grievances that you may have.

[passingthrough]

Yes, good. I'll do that. [Is leaning in to kiss him some more a complaint or a grievance? Regardless, that's what she's going with.]

[goldenglasses]

[There's a muffled chuckle as she kisses him before he starts to kiss back. Wrapping his arms around her in a loose hug.]

I'll note that down as: can always use more practice.

[passingthrough]

That sounds fair. And never let it be said I'm not fair, right? [She nuzzles against him, enjoying being held. Really, just enjoying all the affection and contact and not wanting to let other thoughts creep in once they inevitably leave this position.]

[goldenglasses]

Nope. I would never say you weren't fair. [Even more so after she was willing to be fair and make a possibly terrible mistake with someone like him.

He shifts into a position he hopes she'll find more comfortable. Arm wrapped protectively around her. Happy to quietly lay here and pretend that tomorrow will never have to come.]

[passingthrough]

[And with that how can she resist slipping off to sleep when she's this warm and comfortable and well attended? Sleep now. She can handle the fallout later.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash stays awake for a bit longer. Happy listening to hear sleep. Never before realising how good it felt to have someone feel so safe around him like she was for the moment. Then he too drifts off to sleep.]