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]

[ He presses her a little more closely to the wall, finds the hand in his hair with one of his own and lifts it above her head, splaying their fingers out together.

Her hand on his back, her breath against his skin. He closes his eyes runs the tip of his nose down her neck until he can kiss her collarbone. ]

I guess I won't.

[ Poe presses his thigh gently between her legs, then harder, and lifts, pinning her hand more firmly against the wall as he does. ]

[paged]

[ There's another sharp breath at the thigh pressed between her legs but all she does is give a breathless sort of laugh, head rolling back to rest against the wall. Her fingers thread between his, closing down to grip his as her other hand gently rakes her nails up and down his bare skin -- and then her fingers slide further down.

Into his pants as she gives her hips a roll against his leg.

God, they should stop. She should stop. But she could give less fucks at the moment. She can't remember the last time she felt this good, this desirable to someone else. After all the shit she went through before getting here, this feels like taking a breath after breaking the water's surface. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Hngnk.

Poe stills for a moment when she grips his hand and he feels her fingers underneath his clothes, a full-body jolt scrambling his thoughts. He exhales breathlessly against her neck. Then he's pushing forward, pinning her against the wall firmly enough that she can feel that he's hard and he can feel that roll of her hips in every part of himself.

He bites her neck, just a graze of teeth, not enough to leave a mark. His free hand fingers the lip of her pants and then slides under, until his fingers just touch the skin above her clit. Again, shaky: ] Tell me to stop and I will.

[paged]

[ She doesn't expect the doubling down and added pressure. Certainly doesn't expect the teeth on her neck, the hand going down her own pants. She moves her hand down, down, gripping the flesh of his ass before rearing up slightly at just how low he goes. But she continues to almost cling to him.

God, what a fucking tease he is. ]

Don't stop.

[ They should. She knows they should. But she just pushes herself against his hand instead, her breathing becoming harsher. ]

SURE DID THINK I THREW UP A NSFW THING A COUPLE TAGS AGO

[volitaunt]

[ A breathless laugh, while he runs his lower lip between his teeth. He's rapidly unwinding into that empty, heated space that only seems real where they touch, a lit-fuse existence that makes him regret their clothes. ]

If you say so.

[ Down his fingertips go, barely grazing her clitoris, using every bit of the tiny space he has to work with. The back of his knuckle catches against cloth and he turns it into an opportunity, pressing down more firmly as he draws his fingers back up.

He kisses her, tonguing the roof of her mouth, drawing back to touch the corner of her lips, the rhythm of his mouth on hers paralleling the press and release below.

Come on, he thinks, without irony, his heartbeat slamming pleasantly against his throat.

A little harder, a little deeper. Lighter, the barest touch. Hard and heavy again. He presses himself behind his hand, pinning his own fingertips against her and rolling her clit between them. ]

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. ]

[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.

[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. ]

[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. ]

[paged]

[ Her head is rolling back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut with small sounds leaving the back of her throat as she tries to be quiet. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she's still vaguely aware of where they are. Last thing she needs is to start making so much noise that people come looking for the source.

And yet, that kind of caution doesn't last long. Her hips rock on his fingers, her own hand still working him as a strangled sort of cry comes from her. She's almost--she grips his hand harder. ]

Poe.

[ Almost. Almost. ]

[volitaunt]

Yeah? [ Breathless, almost laughing. He can feel her whole body tensing. Her nails bite into the back of his hand. Her skin is almost too hot against his lips.

He can feel himself moving in her other hand, cock twitching upward, slick with precum and her attention. A tiny huff, softer words: ]

I've got you.

[ He leans in against her, one last hard stroke with thumb and fingertips. Then he's simply bearing down, giving her as much pressure as she wants to work with, and he lets go and falls into that small heart of senseless pleasure, a few precious seconds of total freedom. ]

[paged]

[ It's all she needs to finally reach that point, pleasure throwing her into ecstasy and she loses control for that moment. Her body arches into his, walls clenching around his fingers, her climax all over his hand as she calls out something. Or maybe it's just a yell that was supposed to be his name and didn't come out that way at all. Who knows. She doesn't.

Karen just knows it's felt like 84 fucking years since she's been able to have an orgasm like this.

Her hand has left his cock and is gripping the hem of the front of his shirt instead, knuckles pressed into the bare skin above his stomach. Whether to keep herself anchored or keep him close is anybody's guess. Maybe a little bit of both. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe feels a fresh thrash of pleasure as Karen goes over the top, the thrill of victory and someone else's bliss. Her body against his, clamped around him, knuckles against his skin--

He wants to take her up one short flight of stairs, back to her room (not his, the likelihood that someone else will be there is way too big), lay her out on the bed and--

Somewhere below them, a door thumps open. ]

[paged]

[ She's content to remain against the wall as she comes back down, breathing slowing, eyes close. God, that felt incredible.

And then, a door opens and reality comes crashing back in. Her eyes open and she feels her stomach drop suddenly. Poe's fingers are still in her, his pants are open, and she to bite down on her lip to stop herself from... laughing. She leans forward to press her face into his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and praying whoever it is, that they aren't coming up the stairs. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe shushes her almost silently, shaking with suppressed laughter.

The steps retreat downward, taking for ever, and Poe can't help giving in to the temptation to glide his thumb over her clitoris, teasing her with his fingertips. ]

[paged]

[ There's gasp that catches in her throat and her body jumps right back into tensing with pleasure. Almost painful after just experiencing what she had, her nerves feeling ultra sensitive. So, she turns her head and gives a little nip to his neck in silent retaliation. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Annnd he presses his throat into it without thinking about what he's doing.

A door opens distantly, closes even more slowly, and Poe starts laughing out loud. ]

[paged]

[ She licks her tongue along his throat with no prompt, joining him in laughing a moment later. ]

You bastard!

[volitaunt]

[ He reclaims his hand, smoothing his damp thumb along his lower lip--and ruining whatever effect that might have by waggling his eyebrows. ]

[paged]

[ Her hips cant slightly when his fingers slip out but she's still grinning, this time letting the gasp out. Only to start laughing again, giving his stomach a smack. ]

You plan on taking care of that?

[ Nodding down to his still open pants. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe hitches his pants up and tries to button them one-handed, acutely aware that he looks like an idiot.

Still, he grins up through his lashes Karen. ]

Want me to do yours?

[paged]

[ She has to try to smother another laugh as she nods, ]

It would be the gentlemanly thing to do, yeah.

I can give you your other hand back if you want.

[ Even if she was enjoying the warmth and solidness of it gripping hers. ]

[volitaunt]

[ He almost leans in to steal another kiss with their hands still held up against the wall, but then he stops, loosening his grip on her, worry creeping in. ]

Is this-- [ He's not sure where that question leads, so he's going to go with another. ] We're okay, right?

[paged]

[ Her brow creases at that before she's giving a small huff, grinning again, ]

Yeah. Why wouldn't we be?

[ She does lean in to give him another peck on the lips, though. ]

Even if it was... really unexpected.

[volitaunt]

Okay. [ He lets her go, finally, and (as promised) buttons her pants, before seeing to his own. He might lean forward to give her a lil forehead boop in the process.

He glances up at her. ]

It was good, though?