MISTLEGLOW: a kissing meme

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mistleglow: a kissing meme

Some residents may remember that back in September, a love-drunk and confusion-spell-addled newlywed mage from Gramarye Magic Research let loose some pretty little fairy lights that trapped people in the city in little invisible bubbles until they kissed (and any kind of kiss would do). Well, the same slightly-less-newlywed but no less romantically-inclined mage happens to really, really enjoy the winter season, and thinks it's totally romantic. That particular sentiment is pretty common in the Quarantine - while Hygge is the celebration of familial love, the residents of the Quarantine all agree that that family often includes partners and lovers. Besides that, the folklore of mistletoe as being representative of love and friendship is something that the Quarantine has in common with the universes many residents inhabit.

So, as the last week and a half of December rolls around, residents around the Quarantine will see the result of the resident romantic trying to share a bit of Hygge love - small, glowing sprigs of mistletoe will be floating around the Quarantine, ready to trap people up and make them share a bit of affection.

how it works

● Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating sprigs will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. This time, instead of any kind of kiss working, there will be different types of kisses that will work to release the trapped residents depending on the color of mistleglow:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

Trapped residents will not know what kind of kiss will work for each color and may have to experiment before finding the right one.

● Post up a top-level for your character with the types of kisses you're interested in threading out, and then go forth and have your character kiss (or refuse to kiss) others!
● This meme is for characters already accepted into the game to play with the mistleglow prompt from this month's test drive meme. If your character is not yet accepted into the game, please use the TDM post!
● This meme is GAME CANON, so any threads played out in this meme can be carried through into the actual canon of the game.
● Much like the TDM, threads on this meme can count for Activity Points, but not the monthly Activity Check.

header image is from santa's factory by Clement Danveau

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[volitaunt]

[ For all that he's balls at flirting, Poe is good at this part. Kissing, yes. Kissing, no problem.

So he goes for it. Not completely. He holds back, because he knows Jim has Bones, even if he's not sure what their degree of monogamy is. But even holding back, there's a lil bit of tongue. ]

WHOOPS

[paged]

[ The sound that escapes her at the first touch comes out a little louder than she would've wanted and it ends up morphing into a laugh that then trails into a moan. ]

You--

[ She can't even finish the statement, his mouth on hers again and she opens it readily, the words lost in another moan as she pushes into his hand again. She squeezes his cheek again, also regretting their clothes being in the way of... most things. Also standing up. But no one can say Karen isn't good at improvising when she has to.

It's slow going, her mind torn very firmly in two directions: what his fingers are doing, not even embarrassed at how wet she is on said fingers (though her panties are a lost cause now, thanks, Poe). And moving her hand from his backside to his hip, stomach, all under his shirt. But she makes sure, once she gets to the front, to undo his pants before her hand is going to pay him back in kind. She grins and she gently tugs on his bottom lip with her teeth. ]

[deploy]

[John sees that look. It’s impossible to miss. Jim Kirk is a lot of things, but one thing he isn’t, is subtle.

There’s nothing terrible about it. That’s the real problem. Has Jim seen himself? He’s a sex symbol. Anyone who’s ever watched the show and says they haven’t thought about it is lying, and in real life? Jim’s not any less charismatic. If anything, he’s more.

Even now, just being this close to him, under these circumstances, John’s tempted to boldly go where he’s never gone before. ]

Oh my god… I’m being kirked. [ And he likes it, if the heat creeping up from the collar of his uniform into his cheeks and ears is any indication.] Is this okay? I mean, you have a boyfriend- [He can’t even keep himself from stammering. This is embarrassing.]

[godslay]

You're imagining things.

[ An easy, bland statement as she leaves her boots by the door, taking a moment to appraise the state of the apartment. It's clean (enough), warm, and... theirs. It's a space for the time being, but the fact that they get to share it together is somehow more significant than the apartment itself.

And as she goes to settle on the couch: ]

You did the dishes.

[ It's not praise, but more noticing that he did the thing – which is probably better than just expecting that the dishes would be done. ]

[potentialed]

[ Stephen shrugs, unperturbed by the look, ]

And just because I can use magic that doesn't mean all magic is the same or interacts in the same way.

[volitaunt]

That's BB-8. Astromech droid, my flight partner. What's a Tamagotchi?

[ Poe just... lets John do it, remembering his own inelegant grab of Rey's hand and her reaction. This is at least not nearly so awkward as trying to figure out how to kiss someone you view as a little sister.

Before Poe has a chance to answer the question, BB-8 does, rolling into the barrier again. The pilot grins down at his droid. ] Apparently not. My turn?

[winscenario]

[ Well, he can be subtle, when he really wants to be. Right now just isn't one of those times, is all.

He fights the urge to lick at his own lips again, if only because John looks like he might spontaneously combust out of sheer embarrassment. Or, well, maybe not something quite as dramatic. But when John uses his name like that, he can't very well stop himself from teasing him mercilessly, now can he? ]

Oh, trust me, [ He drawls out a little, taking half a step closer and tugging on John's jacket. ] I'd have kirked you all over by now if I weren't happily taken.

[ But that doesn't mean he can't have his fun. So long as that fun has its limits, and Jim's well aware that there are things that he wouldn't do, and that he wouldn't want to do, not with anyone other than Bones.

This, however? Pretty tame, he thinks. ]

Yeah, sure. [ He shrugs. ] Not the first time we get these twigs popping up at random all over the Quarantine. Besides, I don't know about you, but I'd rather not waste a whole hour waiting for this plant to float away.

[volitaunt]

[ And for extra fun this time, BB-8 is inside the barrier, which means they have even less space. ]

That's BB-8. He's my friend.

[ And astromech droid etc etc blah blah but y'know he gets the impression explaining all of that would be more than he needs to do with Ivar. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Oh. Shit.

His rhythm hitches, as her hand moves. For a second he's just pressed against her in stillness, breathing against her mouth, and then drawing his hand away so he can mimic her, popping her buttons to give himself a little more room to move. Thumb on her clitoris, other fingers going deeper.

This time when he bites at the base of her neck he does it a little harder than he means to. A light gasp, a gentler kiss on the spot. ] Sorry.

oh no it's gon be cute

[volitaunt]

[ For a second, Poe just stares at Finn, and then he cracks up laughing.

Of all the encounters he's had today, this is the one, the one where he doesn't even entertain the idea of being trapped or afraid. If he's with Finn, one way or the other he'll be fine. ]

Means the next one has to be better though.

[paged]

[ She's slowly stroking him as he stills, her tongue darting out to lick his lips while his mouth is still close. She almost frowns when he pulls his hand away -- only to unbutton her pants. There's a small gasp before his fingers slide into her and then she's arching off the wall, her hand gripping his tighter. Combined with the pressure on her clit, she almost cries out.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she tries to stop herself only for a harsh 'fuck' to come out.

But she won't let herself be distracted, determined to get him off, too. Her hips rock on his fingers and her hand grips him more, now pumping him, a thumb swiping over the head every time it feels like she pull her hand off completely. ]

[winscenario]

[ Well, then. From their interactions alone so far, Jim certainly wouldn't expect Poe to be quite so forward. So Poe at least manages to win him on the element of surprise.

Jim's always been quick to catch up, though, so after a soft hum and the initial surprise, he presses back into the kiss, hands curling on Poe's jacket. His lips part just a hint and his tongue darts out to teasingly mirror Poe's move, but other than that he refrains from deepening the kiss, or else things could spin out of control real fast. ]

[winscenario]

Yeah. I just didn't see you, is all.

[ His surprise was something else entirely, and it didn't really go away even as the woman told him her name. She still looked like his mom, and even sounded like her, so. ]

She's someone I know. From home. [ Shaking his head, he eased into a smile, trying to brush away some of that awkwardness. ] Sorry for the whole... staring. You just look a lot like her. Jim Kirk, by the way.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He follows her to the couch, though he pauses in his steps at that comment, rolling his eyes. ]

I do wash them, occasionally.

[ Emphasis on occasionally though Peter won’t admit to that. He typically does them when there’s absolutely no other choice, as he used to when he lived on his own, but these days, he’s getting better about not waiting until the bitter end. ]

[godslay]

[ Gamora levels him with one of those "uh-huh, sure" looks that she may have perfected thanks to Peter. ]

With fewer reminders these days, too.

[ And that part is nice; Gamora isn't his mother, and she dislikes having to constantly remind him (or, really, any of the others, back home) about maintaining their space. It was rarely successful, but she did it anyway, because ew. Why did she live with so many slobs? ]

Just sit with me already.

[ Impatient? Nah. ]

[relieable]

Too bad. I would've let her kill me if she was hot. [you're trash, Osomatsu. anyway. back to what they were doing]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He grins at her, and it’d be easy to tease her again, to mumble about how eager she apparently is, today, but—

Well, it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t right there with her, and he shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair, and sliding into the space beside her on the couch.

(The blanket from the festival has taken up near permanent residence on their couch, folded and draped over the back of it; Peter smiles to himself every time he spots it.)

Archly, ]

Was there something you wanted?

[volitaunt]

[ That touch of tongue makes Poe think of Karen. Nails on his back, her hand in his hair.

What was that about things spiraling out of control real fast?

He's got his teeth gripped lightly on Jim's lower lip before he realizes what he's doing, his own tongue brushing against Kirk's skin where it's pinned in place. And then he promptly realizes what the hell he's doing, lets go and backs off.

Poe wipes his mouth, trying not to look too embarrassed. ]

Uh. [ There's no nice way to say Sorry, I was thinking of somebody else, is there? Also HE REALLY NEEDS TO NOT THINK OF KAREN THAT WAY. Friends. Friends. Friends. ]

[godslay]

I think I made that clear on the street.

[ And there's something graceful in the way she shifts beside him, settling herself smoothly into his lap as her knees bracket his hips. This is a much easier position, as far as she's concerned, with less reaching across each other and elbows knocking into the back of the couch.

It also means she can run both of her hands through Peter's hair, and given how much she's found she enjoys that, she doesn't hesitate to embrace the opportunity. Curls comb between her fingers as she brushes them from his forehead, and it's gentle, appreciative. ]

I didn't think I would need to spell it out for you.

[volitaunt]

[ Her first.

He has to tell himself that, remind himself of that, to keep from losing focus entirely. He matches her tempo, going from one finger to two, dragging his nails lightly over the roughness of her g-spot as he circles her clitoris with his thumb. He's kissing the spot on her neck, breathing ragged. Self-control is a tremor and a low moan he can't stop from coming. He presses their linked hands against the wall, the whole world cycling down to the places where they press together and the electric pulse of her grip. ]

[volitaunt]

[ That's... huh. Not what he expected. ]

No? I would've thought with the whole. God, thing. [ Oh well. He looks up at the mistletoe. ] Well, I know the different colors mean different kinds of kisses. That one isn't forehead. That's what I've got.

[winscenario]

[ Well, for what it's worth, at a certain point Jim's not really thinking about the fact that he's kissing Poe, and he's thinking about Bones instead, reliving one of the countless kisses they've shared so far.

Granted, Jim's not living on the banks of the Nile like Poe, so in his case it doesn't really bother him at all that his mind takes that turn.

He leans back when Poe breaks the kiss, eyes blinking open with what's mostly surprise. Poe seems at a loss of what to think or even do with himself, and he can't help being just a little bit worried. ]

Doing okay there? [ He releases Poe's jacket, landing a hand on his shoulder. ] Hey. We're alright, aren't we? You and I.

[volitaunt]

[ That prompts a small laugh from Poe. ] I mean, if you don't want him to feel left out, it's the gentlemanly thing to do.

[ BB-8 can barely move in here between the two of them THIS IS THE WORST (thinketh the droid). ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh, shit.

Gamora moves fast, and his breath catches in his chest when she settles atop him. For a second, he blinks up at her, startled – apparently he expected a little more flirting and bantering, but, you know what? This is good, too.

He grins, hands settling on her hips, and he tilts his head back a little as her fingers card through his hair. (It feels nice, and thank everything that Gamora seems to enjoy doing it as much as he enjoys having it done to him.)

In that same teasing way, ]

I dunno. I’ve always done better with solid direction.

[godslay]

And yet, you still fail to learn.

[ Teasing right back as she leans in, letting her nose bump against Peter's. ]

It seems a lost cause, either way.

[ This is the sort of thing she would really only say in jest, only to give Peter a hard time. She doesn't have reason or desire to truly insult him these days, because while Gamora may have little patience for incompetence, she doesn't think that applies to Peter.

(She hasn't for an incredibly long time, by this point.) ]