Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

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Comments

[the_tailor]

[Oh.

...Hello there, Keith.]

Yyyyyep. Very...very nicely.

[tempredmental]

[Oh, yeah... Keith's smirk turn a little mischievous.]</small. And what would be considered nicely?

[the_tailor]

I don't know, why don't you give it a try?

[tempredmental]

[Keeping Lance pinned, Keith moved in really close, his face mere centimeters from Lance's.]

I don't know. I feel like I have the upper hand here now. Maybe I should be telling you to ask nicely.

[the_tailor]

[Heeeeeeeeello there. Lance can't lie-- Keith really showing a dominant side is a total turn on, okay. And he is not complaining about this at all.]

I don't have to take orders from you.

[tempredmental]

I don't know... what's that you've called me? Team leader?

[Keith brushed his nose against Lance's, teasing.]

[the_tailor]

Well... Yeah, but that's professionally.

[He'll just brush his nose right back.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith smiled, looking a little like the cat with the canary.]

You know... I still have those coupon books.

[They were close now... aalllmost touching lips.]

[the_tailor]

[Yeah. He likes that look.]

You do. With plenty of coupons.

[tempredmental]

I might have to cash in.

[Keith was starting to wonder just how much longer Lance could resist being this close without giving in. It was starting to get to him as it was, but he was determined to win.]

[the_tailor]

On which exactly?

[It's all he can do to resist, and he might be trembling juuuuust a little. It's hard to hold back right now, okay!]

[tempredmental]

I'm not sure, yet. I don't exactly have them all memorized, so... I'd have to go look and see what would best work for my mood.

[Keith licked his lips a little.]

[the_tailor]

And what is your mood?

[So...very close.]

[tempredmental]

Right now?

[Oh, yes... he was dragging this out on purpose.]

[the_tailor]

Yes, gorgeous. Right now.

[Yoooouuu bastard.]

[tempredmental]

Wait, so I'm gorgeous, huh?

That's definitely helping the mood...

[Keith chuckled, his nose touching Lance's.]

[the_tailor]

Always ever so stunning, darling.

[He rubs his nose against his.]

[tempredmental]

[Quiznak... he was running out of ways to keep this going without giving in. He would just... get in real close, his lips ghosting against Lance's, but not making a move to actually kiss.]

Definitely... helping the mood.

[the_tailor]

It's a...very, very, very good mood.

[He swallows, fighting the itch to just grab him and kiss the stuffing out of him just yet. This is mega hot, okay?]

[tempredmental]

[Quiznak- this was killing him.]

Mmm...

[Keith's eyelids drooped a bit, the hand on Lance's chest pressing a bit harder. His lips parted slightly.]

It could be better.

[the_tailor]

[If it helps, it's killing Lance too. But in a good way. Can you be killed in a good way? Lance wasn't sure before, but he's pretty sure this counts as that.]

Then make it better.

[tempredmental]

Make me.

[So stubborn... killing him or not... Keith really didn't want to lose.]

[the_tailor]

[His tongue darts out, swiping against Keith's lower lip.

Ball's in your court, flameboy.]

[tempredmental]

[Ugh... Keith closed his eyes, and pushed his nose against Lance's cheek, but still not quite kissing.]

[the_tailor]

You taste super yummy, you know that?