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a meme journal ([personal profile] memed) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-10-21 09:42 pm

I saw Christmas decorations today



the mistletoe meme
Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... T'is the season-- almost. 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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[personal profile] doxa 2014-10-27 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[she had already noticed she was slightly taller than him, but she was already used to such things. she had always been up on a pedestal, it was even worse when she knew she stood taller than most as well. but it didn't seem as though it bothered him, in fact he seemed just as smug as always.

taking in a slight breath, she waited for him to close the distance between them. she had slightly tilted her head as well, and upon feeling the first brush of his lips she closed her eyes. it wasn't a kiss she had been expecting of course, he was far more rough and confident than she would have liked. however, she wasn't one to ever back down either, so she kissed him back, her hands moving forward and going to his chest to steady herself. well, at least he wasn't backing out of this.]
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[personal profile] sarcaskick 2014-10-27 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hadn't expected that.

In his mind she would have been taken aback by how forward the kiss was, would have pushed him away in surprise, and he would have had the chance to laugh at how flustered the so-called invincible champion was. But she was as adaptable here as she was on the battlefield, it seemed, and a little amused hum escapes him at the turn of events as her hands meet his chest. Alright! Game on, then.

He lets one hand stay resting on his hip, but the other one lifts up to brush up past her shoulder, fingers sneaking around behind her head to curl against the nape of her neck with a light squeeze. At the same time his lips part just slightly, molding against hers in an invitation to actually deepen the kiss if she wanted to.

Or, you know. If she wasn't afraid to. ]