[So they kiss for a while. A lot longer than is probably necessary, but who's counting? The mistletoe is still lingering, so their time isn't up.
When John's tongue gets tired of twisting, and he's fairly certain Alex needs to come up for air, his lips track a path over her smooth cheek to the curve of her jaw. He likes the way her hair tickles his nose, soft and smooth.
He plants a kiss at the juncture of her jaw and neck, another wetter, hotter kiss just an inch lower, over her jugular. When he gets away with that much, a smirk against her throat before biting lightly, just enough to smart. And to leave a little red mark that'll fade before the end of the day, probably.
And just like that, the mistletoe blips out of existence. John chuckles into her skin before pulling away, his eyes bright with mischief, and something a little darker.]
Say, now that we've broken the ice- we should have coffee sometime. Or a nightcap.
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When John's tongue gets tired of twisting, and he's fairly certain Alex needs to come up for air, his lips track a path over her smooth cheek to the curve of her jaw. He likes the way her hair tickles his nose, soft and smooth.
He plants a kiss at the juncture of her jaw and neck, another wetter, hotter kiss just an inch lower, over her jugular. When he gets away with that much, a smirk against her throat before biting lightly, just enough to smart. And to leave a little red mark that'll fade before the end of the day, probably.
And just like that, the mistletoe blips out of existence. John chuckles into her skin before pulling away, his eyes bright with mischief, and something a little darker.]
Say, now that we've broken the ice- we should have coffee sometime. Or a nightcap.