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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[theladyofwinterfell]

Oh? I should keep my schedule clear, then. I wouldn't want you to be stranded for very long.

( The kiss is soft and sweet and Sansa deepens it just a bit before breaking away. )

Did you want to go planetside with me? I only went down once a few days ago.

[tallasaking]

If I can avoid being sucked into the vortex that is these small plants ... absolutely, my darling. What were you thinking?

[He took her hand and led her Out of the Malum, so he wouldn't get stuck again.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

I want to go down and look at new dresses and then I thought we might have supper together? I've been sewing but I think I'm going to treat myself and buy something new that I didn't have to prick my fingers to make.

( And, truly, she wants a bit of a date with him if she can wrangle it. )

[tallasaking]

I think that sounds like an excellent plan, if you allow me to buy supper since you are purchasing a wardrobe.

[Either way, he would make it a bit more of a date however he could.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Well, if my husband wants to treat me, I'm not going to say no. You have more credits than I do at the moment anyway.

( Sansa knows her accounts will build back up eventually, especially if she gets good ratings, but right now funds are tight. )

[tallasaking]

I am immensely popular.

[He ran a finger along his smile, and then smirked.]

They like my pretty face and my excellent vocabulary

[theladyofwinterfell]

I think they especially like that you have a beautiful wife to lavish kisses on. Doesn't romance spike ratings? Not that this is my motivation at all - merely an additional benefit.

( Having someone to kiss any time she feels like it feels like such a luxury. )

[tallasaking]

Having a beautiful wife is not something they expected for me, so I expect many many letters about how our relationship should be going.

[He laughed at that, taking her hand and kissing it, before he stepped out into the hall.]

So when would you like to romance me, darling?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Now. Perhaps that makes me too eager but I don't care. I want to spend time with you while we're in a system and don't have to stick around the ship.

( Sansa squeezes his hand, tight, and gives him a quick grin. )

[tallasaking]

Before I get caught by another plant ... let us go.

[He is all right leaving the bar in the capable hands of his two barkeeps. Mostly because he does not want to get stuck in this doorway. Again.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa kisses him quickly, just once, and gives him a little smile. )

Just in case we hit any doorways, after all. It's a pre-payment to the mistletoe.

[tallasaking]

Darling, you are so very clever.

[He grins up at her, before tucking her hand in his, walking them towards the shuttles.]

Can I get prepayment again upon our return to the ships?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa laughs, a high, soft sound. She really doesn't need the reason to kiss him, they are married, but she's enjoying the little game they're playing. )

You can have as much payment as you like. Can't be too careful with all the mistletoe.

[tallasaking]

You see my point exactly. What happens if we run into an entire bushel? We shall have to be prepared.

[He kisses her palm gently and lovingly, giving her a faint smirk, before going to open the shuttle for them both.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

If we run into a bushel of mistletoe, I'm afraid my lips will be chapped by the time we get out of it. It's a fair price to pay, though, for the opportunity to kiss you whenever I want.

( It's still novel enough to Sansa that she likes using the excuse of the mistletoe to get her hands on Tyrion; she knows she doesn't need the pretense but she likes having it anyway. )

[tallasaking]

I shall buy you a bucket of, what do they call it? Chapstick. Just for those lovely lips.

[He reluctantly let go of her hand as he settled himself behind the pilot chair.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Well, I hope I won't be needing a bucketful. Still, I appreciate the thought.

( Sansa settles down in a seat, watching him as he pilots the shuttle. She wonders if she'll ever be able to do such a thing. )

Did you ever imagine something as wild as this, Tyrion? The two of us sailing the stars together?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion shook his head at the question.]

Sansa, my imagination is a wild and distant thing, but I never could have imagined this life, for either one of us. It was beyond my scope of perception.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Mine as well, though my imagination is quite dim of late. It seems that dreaming about things will get you in trouble.

( Sansa's eyes have been opened to the harsh realities of the world - for better or worse. Still, it's quite happy here. )

[tallasaking]

Depends what precisely you are dreaming of, my dear.

[He glanced over at her, a little smile on his lips.]

Perhaps we can start dreaming better dreams.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( That causes Sansa to color a bit and she looks out ahead of her instead of over at Tyrion. Sometimes he'll just say things that turn her on end; perhaps he wasn't wrong about being the Knight of Flowers in the dark. )

Perhaps we can. It's better here than home anyway, as much as it pains me to say that.

[tallasaking]

[He gave her a warm smile, before he put his attention back to putting the shuttle into a path that would take them down into the planet.]

Perhaps we could make our home somewhere in this universe.

[theladyofwinterfell]

May we go somewhere warm? As much as I do love the snow, I think I'd like to be on one of the planets with beaches and ocean instead.

( Snow reminds her of home too much and Sansa thinks it might be too difficult not to get sad. )

[tallasaking]

I think I would absolutely prefer it, if I could.

[He let out a happy sigh, thinking of the sun and the surf, as well with Sansa. He was going to find it absolutely delightful.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa falls quiet for a moment so Tyrion can work on landing the shuttle and once they've touched ground, she looks to him with a grin. )

Come, let's go find a tea shop and enjoy the snow the way it is meant to be enjoyed.