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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[princessences]

[ She loves every tick of this. It's as if all the yearning and tension built up over the past few phoebs through betrayal, misunderstandings, and hints of forgiveness all come to in a single moment. That she has been urged by the effects of something outside of her control has escaped her entirely, instead losing herself to the fact that this is something she might have liked to do otherwise.

There had been a time in which Allura entertained the thought of kissing him more than once, but after she heard of his misdeeds, she abandoned those ideas entirely. Now with new understanding and renewed resolve, all she sought was a means to correct mistakes and move forward. Never had she thought that this would be a possibility, let alone a reality. But his hands are on her and his mouth is warm and enticing.

Allura urges him forward again as her lips readjust. She takes a step back, feeling her heel hit the wall as she does so. The markings on her cheekbones glow brilliantly as she pulls back ever so, breathing out across his lips. ]

Lotor...

[violentroots]

[ Lotor chases after her lips as she pulls back, breathing in his own name as it escapes her. His nose bumps against hers, fingers tightening at her waist even as he makes a small pained sound; the little break giving just enough time for sense to reach him.

They're standing in the middle of an open passageway, on a ship barely big enough to breathe in, doing something that should be private.

His cheeks tingle where he knows his marks hid, only recently discovered, and he licks his lips as his forehead bumps against hers.]

I am certain...we have satisfied the conditions...

[ His voice is almost pained, and he leans ever so slightly closer; his fingers felt glued to her, and he finds himself incapable of quite letting her go. ]

[princessences]

[ Allura hums lightly, absently, as the heat from his mouth is immensely distracting. The mistletoe itself is almost forgotten entirely, though the quietly uttered words help remind her.

Yes, they were...doing this with a specific purpose in mind. To free them of the barrier which, if she pays attention, she realizes they have already crossed and proven successfully removed.

But she hesitates to pull back, knowing it will break the spell and the sudden thrill and strange comfort in his closeness. It's a farce, isn't it? Working towards a mutual end benefit by strange methods. Satisfying, but strange methods. Whatever chance this had before is gone. Allura had only just began to seriously entertain those thoughts before the reality was taken away. Why should he begin now? ]

...

[ She could not possibly explain or excuse this if she continues. ]

Yes...

[ Allura breathes out, long and low, slowly pulling back, but not really away. Not far enough to properly look him in the eye, lest she find something there she isn't prepared for. ]

Thank you...for your assistance.