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.

(Adventures in Mistletoe info post. Remember to mark your top levels with any boundaries you want to set! Enjoy!)

Comments

[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?

[tempredmental]

You could easily taste that again, you know.

[Just give in, Lance...]

[the_tailor]

I can, can't I?

[He licks his lips, just...looking...]

[tempredmental]

Mm-hm...

[Keith rubbed his cheek against Lance's a little.]

[the_tailor]

[And he'll just rub right back, giving a content little sigh.]

[tempredmental]

[Longest mistletoe contest ever.

Keith pushed his nose against Lance's cheek, letting his breath tickle the other's ear.]

[the_tailor]

[Seriously.

He shivers a little at that tickle.]

You're really something, love.

[tempredmental]

Am I now?

What about you?

[the_tailor]

I don't know, what's your outlook?

[tempredmental]

My outlook?

[Keith pulled back completely now, raising an eyebrow in mild confusion.]

For what?

[the_tailor]

What you think I am. You asked "what about you?". Was asking your opinion.

[tempredmental]

You mean like... how you said I'm really something?

[Not that Keith knew entirely what that meant, just that people tended to throw it at him when they were exasperated or impressed. It was hard to interpret sometimes.]