Mistletoe Meme

[redotiertwo]

-Post a toplevel with your character
-Through some magical shenanigans, they are now stuck under the mistletoe until they kiss. Maiming, destroying, or otherwise attempting to get rid of the mistletoe won't work - it'll just grow right back!
-Tag out to others to help them, laugh at them, laugh at them and then help them, etc. Player discretion as to whether any kiss will work, or whether it has to be on the lips. Whatever's the most fun for everyone!
-On that note, have fun!

Comments

[untodeath]

Oh, come now. How could you dread kissing me that much, hm?

[ She turns to swing her legs over on of his - and for a moment, she still clings onto his hand, stifling a whine because she knows she'll have to let go!

Ah, and perhaps also due to the fact that she's a bit anxious. This will be their first kiss, after all!! ]

I promise, I won't bite.

[death_glare]

You better not.

[ he wouldn't put it past her to bite, especially in a playful manner. William casually glances around the room, making certain no one else had wandered near and was seeing all of this. Not that'd Grell, on her own, would let him forget this moment. ]

I think the better question is if you are going to be able to keep yourself together.

[untodeath]

Ah, a fair point!

[ Lightly biting at her bottom lip, Grell's cheeks grow rosy! With the anticipation growing, she can already feel herself becoming jittery... ]

I'm afraid that is something I can't guarantee.

[death_glare]

Unsurprisingly.

[ It's fairly obvious that William isn't feeling the same amount of excitement Grell is. Instead he's dreading the result this seemingly simple act will have on the remainder of his existence. It certainly can't be anything good.

However, the blockade behind him is still as sturdy as when he'd first attempted to leave the entryway. And if this kiss didn't force it to vanish... He shakes that thought away. He didn't even want to contemplate what the next thing to try would be. ]

Not a word of this to anyone. I do not want to hear of you bragging around the break room.

[ And without giving Grell a chance to agree to his terms, William's hand is cradling her cheek to guide her lips to his. It's not a quick peck or pathetic excuse for a kiss, either. If he knows his luck, this mistletoe will require a full kiss to be satisfied, and he'd rather appease it on the first go than have to give Grell a second one. It lasts a good few seconds and is surprisingly gentle, considering how William's usual physical contact with Grell goes. And Grell may even note that it's not amateur in the least. William's apparently had experience with this type of thing. ]

[untodeath]

[ Around the break room. With a snerk, Grell parts her lips to reply, but the other catches her mid-breath!

While reflexively tense, to start, it's the softness of his caress that melts it all away, as her lashes flutter and fall over her cheeks. The redhead mindlessly finds herself reaching to slip her arms around his neck, and it might just be to keep herself from falling over! It's impossible to believe that this is real, and part of her doesn't want it to be, so that it never has to end.

Exhaling a small and sweetened sigh between them, she finally comes to her senses enough to reciprocate in kind. With parting lips, she'll embrace his own - and yet, she won't keep him from pulling away, once he's ready. However brief it may be, she'll be undoubtedly satisfied - stupefied, even! - eyes dreamily glued shut, and rosy lips still parted just so. ]

[death_glare]

[ Why William wasn't expecting Grell to kiss him back after he initially pulled away is a wonder. The initial press of her lips back against his causing a surprised hum to escape him. ]

Honestly, one kiss should have been sufficient.

[ The pressure of the barrier behind him suddenly vanishing should be enough of an answer to that. Perhaps the slightest bit embarrassed by his own lack of foresight, he quickly makes to adjust his frames - the familiar act working to bring him back into his usual state of mind. ]

[untodeath]

[ While William complains, Grell blinks back to reality, albeit still elated. With a upturn of her mouth's corners, she meets William's eyes obliviously. ]

Hm?

[ Perhaps he means by the mistletoe's terms, but by experience, she'll assume the fault to be her own! ]

Oh. And a fine kiss it was, Will; in fact, it wouldn't have been proper to let such an example go without reciprocation...

[ Rather than being typically boisterous and over hyping their interactions, however, she can't stop her heart from beating in her ears, or her cheeks from flushing furiously! ]

[death_glare]

[ Perhaps as a show that this was not going to become a regular occurrence for them, William wipes the dampness from his lips with the back of his gloved hand. He then gives Grell a firm shove to her back with his knee. ]

You got your kiss, now get up.