Mistletoe meme

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Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... Well, I guess it is less than a month away from Christmas. And it looks like you got stuck right under that mistletoe with someone else. And you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

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Ian Malkovich | Metroid | OTA

[redshirted]

mlah mlah

[anyobjections]

and then a drive-by bro smooch

:3

[redshirted]

ian made mock gagging noises at him like a mature adult would

[no_objections]

[Or more seriously someone's doing her best to avoid this year's Space Holiday party and subsequently all the Space Holiday decorations. Apparently her best isn't good enough.]

[redshirted]

[DON'T THINK HE DOESN'T SEE YOU TRYING TO HIDE, LITTLE LADY. No seriously he knew this would happen so in between stuffing his face with little finger foods he was keeping an eye on her. And follows in the least creepy way possible.]

You're under the mistletoe, Samus.

[no_objections]

No I'm not.

[HUFF HUFF she is so not. She looks up and tries to slide out from under the mistletoe but finds her feet stuck, like they were suddenly glued in the spot.

Okay. She was under the mistletoe.

In a fit of casual desperation she llllllllleaaaaaans to the side, so that she is now 50% not under it.]

Not really.

[redshirted]

[Oh no, she's so cute when she's flustered he better do as much as he can to rile her up more. He shrugs and leans forward a little bit.]

If there's someone here you wanted to kiss, you could have just asked them.

[He subtlety turns his head. There is a cheek and it is perfectly adequate for kissing how about that. Then he taps it to make it obvious because he can.]

[no_objections]

[IAN she almost hisses under her breath. He is so good at flustering her when he wants, it's like his day-job or something. Samus llllllllleaaaaaans to the other side as he presents his butt cheek, trying to quell any heat from rising to her own.]

I thought asking was unnecessary as far as mistletoe was concerned.

[Only after the words tumble out does she realize what a fantastic job of putting her foot in her mouth she's done. Great.]

[redshirted]

[Major success, but still not the best he can do. He can't help but grin. He wants very sorely to point out how much she's blushing, but she's already giving him enough to work with.]

I didn't realize you were shy enough to let the decorations do that talking for you.

[He's still waiting, leaning forward. His smile might be charming to anyone else, but he knows it's probably starting to look mighty insufferable to her. He raises an eyebrow expectantly.]

[no_objections]

That's not what I meant!

[NO SHE WILL NOT BLUSH MORE SHE WILL NOT except she totally is blushing a little more. She tries to free her feet, resulting in nothing more than shuffling awkwardly in her spot.]

Since when do I ever let anything talk for me?

[redshirted]

I'd say never, but your face is telling me a whole lot. You're blushing.

[In a move solely aimed at flustering her and with absolutely-no-ulterior-motives-or-personal-gain-whatsoever he tentatively tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, letting his knuckles and the tip of his thumb brush against said blushing cheeks.

Adam is sooooo going to give him the "fraternization talk" when this is over.]

[no_objections]

[Stay cool. You know exactly what he's doing he does this stuff all the time and he's touching he's touching he just touched. Samus silently congratulates herself on maintaining an expert poker face as she grabs his wrist.

Now he is her captive. She will pull him closer to her and whisper through grit teeth:]

I can't move.

[redshirted]

[He laughs a little, you're funny Samus. He knows this is toooootally an excuse to kiss him, he knows it. He's about to express this and pull back his wrist and...]

Oh.

[He finds out that he indeed can't move either. There is just some awkward shuffling and his face falls into something entirely more confused.]

I can't either.

[THANKS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.]

[no_objections]

You're an idiot.

[An attractive idiot stuck physically close to her who was rather skilled at flustering her.]

Just great. This plant probably has something to do with it. [How she has no earthly ha ha clue but that is a common factor between them right now.]

[redshirted]

[Heeeeeey! He takes offense to that! Kind of. He pouts in the most not-actually-offended-by-you-calling-me-stupid way possible.]

Well this idiot has an idea.

[He shrugs and stands up straight, eyes flicking up to said plant above them. He's very nonchalant.]

You probably have to kiss me.

[He doesn't want to smile at that prospect... not... smiling... not smiling. Totally smiling.]

[no_objections]

[UGH BIG DUMB cute IDIOT SMILING AND SUGGESTING THAT SO CASUALLY.]

Isn't that convenient.

[She frowns but tries to rationalize this logically. Okay. Fine. A kiss. Didn't specify where. She purses her lips then leans forward and plants a super quick barely-there smooch on his chest.

This obviously did not work but she's going to ask anyway:]

Did that work?

[redshirted]

[Ian really does give his best effort to move out of the mistletoe's grip, honest (even if he felt her attempt was not really within the spirit of Christmas inspired public displays of affection). THANKFULLY, for him only no doubt, her attempt was not quite good enough and he remains in his place.

He shakes his head. Dramatically.]

Guess that wasn't good enough.

[He'll lean down again for you, shorty. TRY AGAIN before he has to take matters into his own hands.]

[no_objections]

[aaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh]

I guess we're doomed forever.

[Attempts at persisting with stubbornness: round 2.]

[redshirted]

[Ian pouts visibly (but still mostly in jest).]

Oh come on. Kissing me isn't gonna kill you, you know.

[Seriously, if anything, the major danger is Adam killing him for inappropriate fraternization suddenly the plot of Other M makes more sense but really, lady, this is your last chance before he takes matters into his own hands.]

[no_objections]

There's a lot of things that could try to kill me.

[Operative word: try.

She rolls her eyes and finally relents, finding some bravery in sort of equating his words as a subtle challenge. She leans forward close to his cheek, barely more than a breath's distance away, then hesitates.

...WELL. IT GOT HER THIS FAR.]

[redshirted]

[Ian's lips pull into a tight grin (fairly pleased with this entire situation to be quite honest) and there is one reaaaaally long moment where he lets her hesitate because he finds it pretty adorable.

And then he does something that will CERTAINLY earn him a 'big dumb idiot jerkbutt' comment but it is so totally worth it.

He quickly turns his head and innocently brushes his lips against hers. Just as quickly, he stands up straight, looking much too pleased with himself.]

See? Still alive.

[WAY too pleased with himself.]

[no_objections]

[MIND BREAK, or more like momentarily frozen by the sudden unexpected sensation of lips brushing up against lips--sends a shiver all the way down her spine.

She was still alive.

That wasn't so bad... It was even kind of nice.

Once that thought worms itself into her head she has to literally shake it out.]

You did that on purpose...!

[Thank you Captain Obvious, maybe you should check and see if you can move again.]

[redshirted]

I thought I was doing you a favor!

[He pouts at her, but then shrugs it off, casually putting his hands in his pockets trying very hard to hide the fact that there may have been some alternative, not-entirely-unselfish motivation involved in this.]

You would have been stuck there forever without me.