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]

Lies and deceit, buddy. Lies. And. Deceit.

[He punctuates each word with a little poke to the chest.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith grabbed Lance's hand.]

Hardly.

[the_tailor]

You doing something with that there, buddy?

[tempredmental]

Mm... maybe...

[Keith slid his fingers under Lance's to open up his hand, then kissed the palm.]

[the_tailor]

Aw, man... You're going to make me melt, you know. Then you're gonna have to find a way to scrape me up and reconstitute me.

[Big words for someone who's overcome with the dokidokis.]

[tempredmental]

That sounds like something Pidge would say. Don't ruin the moment with science.

[He was teasing, but science talk did kind of ruin the mood for him pretty often...]

Man... that's something I never thought I'd say...

[He chuckled a little.]

[the_tailor]

And yet, here you are. Life's just filled with little unexpected things, huh.

[He smiles, ruffling Keith's hair.]

[tempredmental]

Hey! [Keith reached up to push Lance's hand away, laughing a bit.] Who do you think you are now? Shiro?

[the_tailor]

Pff. I've got rights to your mullet as well, you know.

[He sticks out his tongue.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith made a face.]

Whatever.

[He leaned in at that point and stole a quick kiss, releasing the forcefield's hold on them.]

Nyeh...

[He stuck his tongue out back and started walking.]

[the_tailor]

H-hey!

[He pouts, following right along.]

That's like, a diet kiss! And I'm not about no low calorie macking!

[tempredmental]

That's a double-negative, Lance. It means you don't mind.

[Yes... Keith went there.]

[the_tailor]

You're ignoring the real point I'm making here!

[tempredmental]

[Keith crossed his arms and paused, looking back at Lance.

He waited.]

[the_tailor]

I demand a do-over.

[He crosses his arms.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked like he was thinking about it, and then stepped in, taking Lance's face in his hands, and gave him a real full-on kiss.

Do-over indeed...]

[the_tailor]

[Oh. Yep. Yeah, this is exactly what he wanted, and he easily melts into the kiss just as he always does.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith smiled into it, pulling away after a bit and giving Lance a slightly smug look.]

I always know I'm going to get that reaction.

[the_tailor]

How can you not? Some things I'm totally predictable in.

[tempredmental]

It's a nice bit of stability, I guess.

[He chuckled a little.]

Plus, I know I have power over you.

[the_tailor]

Jeez, Keith, dom much?

[He gives his shoulder a little nudge and laughs.]

[tempredmental]

What? I thought you liked that.

[Poke.]

[the_tailor]

That...is not the point.

[He gives a little pout.]

[tempredmental]

Oh? Then what is?

[Keith bit his own lip, looking highly amused.]

[the_tailor]

Uh. ...Look, a distraction?