[ Meme ] Mistletoe

[st_aff]

Oh the weather outside is frightful, but kissing is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let 'em flow, let 'em flow, let 'em flow! Kisses that is.

This meme's as simple as it comes. There's mistletoe. It might be magical and making kisses happen where they shouldn't, aspirational and encouraging kisses to happen where they wouldn't, inspirational and suggesting kisses where they haven't but maybe should, or just plain existential and making excuses for kisses that already do.

How do?

1. Comment with your characters under the mistletoe. Be as descriptive or generic as you like.
2. Include any limitations (like sex or age of partner, or type of kiss).
3. Tag other characters with your characters.
4. Prosper!

Notes: Memes are also AU with no IC consequences. Feel free to include old characters, new/potential characters, or meme-only characters. It's for fun, so it's all you, boo!

Comments

[st_artedtheclock]

Wouldn't do at all. And it'd been a while since Emma had locked lips with her pirate. Far, far too long. No matter how long it was, it was too long. The kiss was passionate and meaningful, and ended too soon. But a girl had to breathe, right? And grin up at her true love.

"Hi."

[st_raightontilmorning]

"Hello." His arm winds around her waist with every intention of staying there. They've been apart far too often for him to let go that easily when she's right here. "I missed you too."

[st_artedtheclock]

She certainly wasn't planning on going anywhere. In the short time they'd been together, they'd spent far too much time apart. Emma was planning on fixing that starting here and now.

"Hey, who said I missed you?" Emma teased with a smile. "I can understand why you would miss me, though..."

[st_raightontilmorning]

"If that was you not missing me, then I can only imagine what kind of greeting I'd get if you did miss me." He might actually be imagining it right now. "Although I'm sure it wasn't more than I missed you." Which is silly, because he'd seen in Storybrooke before he arrived here.

[st_artedtheclock]

"Oh, if I miss you, you'll know." Emma grinned softly, still cuddled in close against his chest. She wasn't normally one for PDAs like this, but in this strange place it seemed more than appropriate. They could lean on each other a little. Who else did they have?

"What say we find every piece of mistletoe in the whole place?"

[st_raightontilmorning]

"That sounds like a lot of mistletoe for someone who didn't miss me." He can still see right through her, although he doesn't think she minds so much. "It's still the best idea I've heard all day."

[st_artedtheclock]

"Oh, it's not you. What gave you the impression that this was about you?" Emma teased, looping one arm through his so they could walk arm in arm, her cheek against his shoulder.

"This is all about the mistletoe. It's our good deed for the day. It would be terrible for the mistletoe not to get to serve its purpose."

[st_raightontilmorning]

"Right, of course. I wouldn't want to let the mistletoe down." It would be a shame if the mistletoe didn't get to be mistletoe. And if he gets a few kisses out of it, well, that's a sacrifice he's willing to make.

[st_artedtheclock]

Probably more than a few kisses, but Emma figured he could probably handle it.

"All right. Let's get started in the ballroom. I think I saw some in there earlier."

With a mischievous grin, she tugged him in that direction, her eyes sparkling all the way.

[st_raightontilmorning]

He'll do his best to handle all of the kisses.

"In the ballroom? What's mistletoe doing in there?"

Maybe he can get a dance or two at the same time.

[st_artedtheclock]

"Who can tell, honestly? I think it's just all over the Inn. I haven't entered a room yet without some." Emma gave his elbow a gentle squeeze. "Something to do with the holiday? And being festive." . She shrugged her shoulders gently.

"Are you complaining?"

[st_raightontilmorning]

"Of course I'm not complaining." It's an excuse to kiss her. He'll take them whenever he can get them. "I think I may like this holiday."

[st_artedtheclock]

"You and me both." Emma slipped her hand into his and laced their fingers together.

[st_raightontilmorning]

It's so easy when they agree on something. "It makes me wonder about the people who started that tradition. They must have liked the holiday too."

[st_artedtheclock]

They often do.

"You think? Maybe they just liked kissing and made up any excuse to do as much of it as they could." Emma grinned softly. She felt like a schoolgirl, her cheeks going pink.

[st_raightontilmorning]

"Maybe they did. I think I'd have gotten along with these people." They might not have liked him though, depending on their feelings about pirates.

[st_artedtheclock]

"Hopefully not too well," she teased. There was only one person in the world that Emma wanted Killian to kiss, and it wasn't some random person who decided about kissing holidays.

[st_raightontilmorning]

"Certainly not as well as I get along with you." He never wants to get along with anyone else that well again. Emma's the most important thing in his life.

[st_artedtheclock]

"Now, that's what I like to hear." Emma cuddled up against him. "Maybe we should forget about the mistletoe and just go back to your room."

[st_raightontilmorning]

"Or yours. The one that looks less like a cave." He knows which one he prefers.

[st_artedtheclock]

"Mine it is." Emma likes that they have two options for rooms, just in case. At the same time, she's totally okay with spending way more time in her room than in his. Honestly, she didn't care where they spent their time, so long as they got to spend it together.

"So long as you can survive the bullhorns and wagon wheels for long enough for me to turn out the lights." She gives him her most seductive smile.

[st_raightontilmorning]

"I think I can manage that." He doesn't dislike her room as much as she does, and he can certainly put up with it for long enough to get to enjoy lights-off activities with her. Which are among his favorite activities.

[st_artedtheclock]

Going through Emma's room is much more pleasant when one has their eyes closed. Not only because those sorts of activities are highly engaging, but also because it means the bullhorns and wagon wheels are less obvious to one who can't see them.

Emma leads the way back to her room, fingers laced with his, excited to engage in such lights-off activities.