imma be very reluctantly under the mistletoe - OPEN

[doggedly]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE and ANYONE
LOCATION: EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE there is mistletoe growing!
WARNINGS: lighthearted smooching thanks to some growling mistletoes - if it gets any heavier, mark your comments please!
SUMMARY: in the wake of Space Christmas, mistletoe plagues the hallways of the TQ. the mistletoe is semi sentient. some sprigs have eyes. some sprigs have eyes and mouths with teeth. some sprigs bite, some just growl, some whip tendrils of mistletoe toward you and keep you in the doorway until you get your kiss. this catch-all log is designed to facilitate any mistletoe threads you might want to play out. kiss people! get stuck! rescue people! tag in, tag around, do your thing!


start your mistletoeing below!

Comments

[righteously]

[There are very few things Dean considers himself good at. He's a screw up at best, with a hell of a lot more downfalls than he has good qualities, but there are a few winners even he can't deny. Fixing cars, killing things, but more importantly, kissing. He's got a hell of a lot of experience in pretty much every conceivable style of making out, thank you very much, and he's learned to peg the beginners from the hookers, the lovers from the fighters, the sincere from the insincere.

When she lifts her chin up, he can see she's not exactly the play it fast and loose and give them away type, and he's got to purse his lips. He feels like an asshole, because hell, it's not exactly like it's her choice to be makking on a stranger. The least he can do is keep it short and sweet, and not entirely unpleasant.]

Close your eyes.

[It's a suggestion, not an order, and while it's not gentle, it's a hell of a lot less douchey than he was earlier. She can listen or ignore him, it doesn't really matter, but a beat after he says it he ducks in to press his lips to hers. Hell of a height difference.

It's soft, chaste, it lasts longer than a peck but he doesn't really linger. No fancy shit, no tongue or movement, just skin softly pressing against skin, catching for a second with the barest bit of pressure, and then pulling away again.

And then it's done, and the mistletoe releases it's hold.

Well, that wasn't terrible, at least.]

[mindtricks]

[ anderson has been kissed and kissed someone once in the last year and a half, and not all that much more frequently before that. it had been a thing of mutual comfort, lingering but friendly more than passionate. they'd both been exhausted.

this is different: she's not as familiar with dean as she was with charles, there's no element of comfort to be found in it. he suggests that she close her eyes and she does. it's difficult to feel like a soldier or a judge when she's standing, with her eyes closed and head tipped back, waiting to be kissed.

( of course, she's neither soldier nor judge. )

it's soft, and actually — quite pleasant. it feels nice, and while she remains largely passive throughout the kiss, there's some gentle pressure of her lips against his in return, and towards the end, her lips pull into a small smile.

she's not going to actually say that it was surprisingly nice, though. instead, when she feels the tendrils of the mistletoe withdraw: ] Thanks.

[righteously]

[There's no stopping that cocky smirk that tugs at his lips at her small smile. He knows that smile, it's the smile of a job well done. Though he's not nearly as big of a flirt as he was in his younger days, apparently he's got enough of it left in him to throw in an audacious wink as well.]

Any time.

[The mistletoe releases it's hold on them, which means they're free to go. Considering he's definitely not gonna try and make this any bigger of a deal than it's gotta me, he's eager to make his escape on that note. He flashes her a quick and tight smile, edging out of the doorway.]

Take care.

[He says absently, intent on making a swift exit toward the kitchen.]

[mindtricks]

You too.

[ the "take care" bit, not necessarily the "any time", though it was far from unpleasant to have kissed him, or to be kissed as the case may be.

she doesn't stop him from walking away, instead turning and continuing on her way as well. ]