Completely stolen from prometheusrise

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Because there needs to be something fun among the angst...



Because kissing under the mistletoe is an ancient and festive tradition... and because I feel there can always be more kissing about.

Two ways to play:

Request kisses.
If there's someone you'd like a kiss from, repost the picture above in a comment. Please be considerate--tag the muse's in-character contact post, or an old meme post, something like that. Don't tag a prompt response, a fic, or an RP thread. You may also post the picture to your journal, and mark the entry locked to whomever you want the kiss from.

Offer kisses.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.

When you post, kindly either repost these rules, or link to this post of Shelley's.

Consider this an open offer for kisses to anyone who would like them from me, and utterly and totally meta with no binding on either muse without full consent of both writers involved.

Comments

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

As if you're surprised to see me.

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Adam watches Jack as he reads over some file or another. In truth, he watches him rather a lot. It's a habit after too long of waiting in quiet places. Planning an ambush from a tree; watching the stars on a ship while his crew sleeps below the deck he paces; waiting in a cell wondering which of his captors can be turned with the right word, the right smile. If told he was doing it, he probably would dismiss it, but most of the time he's unaware.

Now, he turns the scrutiny on Jack, taking in the way his hair falls over his forehead, the faint pucker of a frown between his brows, the way his lips occasionally move as he reads. He watches his fingers, the way they hold the paper, the way a pen taps between them. His eyes narrow when Jack catches his lower lip between teeth just for a moment, watching when it's released.

It still feels odd to initiate contact simply for contact. With Elle it had been a tactic, a plot, part of a scheme. To just reach out for another person who is just there, for him, in such a casual situation makes him nervous. It's new, he thinks, a left over symptom of too long in a cage. He remembers when touching was second nature, when reaching out for what he wanted was like breathing. Now he has to talk himself up to it, and part of him hates that. He's stronger than that. He's older, he's wiser, nothing should linger from those decades like they would for a lesser man.

So he stands, crossing the room, determined to push aside those lingering reservations.

"You work too hard," he says, resting his hands on his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to his neck, then spins his chair around, scattering the paper, as Jack looks up, surprised and amused.

"Says the man who wants to rule the world?" he asks, a bit sardonic, and Adam's glad they can at least pretend to joke about it.

"There's a time and a place," Adam says, all seriousness.

"And what time is this...?" Jack's voice takes on a teasing note, that makes Adam half smile. He leans down, letting his lips cover Jack's, soft at first, then with more hunger, until the kiss is nearly demanding. After a very long time, he pulls back, breathless, letting his smile grow.

"Mine."

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

[seriously. they are far too cute for their own good. I mean who can argue with stuff like this??? loved it. of course I did.]

[changehistory.livejournal.com]

[I know, aren't they? How could anyone not see the adorableness??? Yay!]

[not_myfirstday]

*zap zap*

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She was sleeping, and he wondered if she was dreaming. His dreams keep him awake, curled around her in the tangled mess they've made of the sheets. He needed, and she gave, and his skin still tingled with remembered shocks. Neither of them had been gentle, and he let his fingers lightly trace over the marks he'd left on her skin.

She twitched in her sleep, murmuring something that might have been a protest. Wrapping his arms around her, he curled close behind her, holding her against him, tugging the sheets out of the way so he could press skin to skin.

His lips brushed over her shoulder, her neck, in silent apology if he'd hurt her too badly. They trailed to her ear, and then he pulled back, shifting to roll her back on her back, slowly and carefully. He traced his fingers down her cheek, propped up on one elbow, watching her as she still slept.

After a long time, he lowered his head and kissed her, lips moving over hers and tongue teasing lightly, asking her to wake up, to help him warm the coldness inside. His hand traced down over bare skin, and the kiss promised that this time he'd be more gentle.

[thisway-comes.livejournal.com]

Oh, why not.

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There's a risk to it, which only makes it more intriguing. He pours her a glass of his favorite whiskey, far better than wine, watching her as she takes a sip or two, with a smile.

He's settled near her, and reaches out to brush his fingers down to her jaw, tilting it toward him with a gentle touch.

"There's worlds of possibilities," he murmurs, eyes searching, and then he kisses her, softly at first, then with an exploratory intensity, as he forgets all about the whiskey.

[thisway-comes.livejournal.com]

Without breaking off the contact between them, she stretches out her arm, setting the glass down on the table. The whiskey still lingers on her lips, mixing with the taste of him as she responds in kind, her hands going to her shoulders to steady herself.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

You knew I'd ask.

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It's a moment, he knows, and it hangs there suspended though the fact that he's breathing means Hiro hasn't literally stopped time. Not yet at least.

His hand is on Adam's shoulder, though, and if Adam isn't quick, he knows they'll be gone and his chance will be lost. His fingers tighten on the vial, then get ready to drop it, as Hiro closes his eyes.

In a split second, though, he moves, faster than Hiro can stop him, dropping the sword and wrapping the arm that's holding the vial tight around Hiro, pulling him close. It's enough of a surprise move, that Hiro's eyes fly open, staring at him in shock.

"Kensei...?"

"Well, if you're going to kill me anyway..." Adam murmurs, then kisses Hiro. It's not soft; it's not easy. It's hard and demanding and punishing and 400 years in the making. There's longing and regret laced through, caught in the space between them, and then Adam tugs him closer, closing that space so nothing remains but heat and need. It takes a moment to realize Hiro is kissing him back, just as angry, just as punishing, but kissing, with fists balled in his jacket lapels.

There's salt water in the kiss and he's not sure which one of them is crying, but he loses himself in it anyway, taking what he's always wanted, even as he feels it being given. It's a noise, a soft sound from the door that pulls him back, startled, staring in Peter, Nathan and Matt's eyes. There's no way to go forward, not now, not with them all there, not if he hopes to stay, so he gently disengages from Hiro and holds out the vial to Peter.

"I believe you're the only one who can get rid of this safely," he says, straightening his jacket, cheeks heating in a rather real blush. He can't make himself meet Hiro's eyes, knowing that a word could tumble it all down.

"I thought...Nathan said..." Peter glances between them, and Adam feels Hiro move a bit away, and it's colder for a minute.

"Peter, I have a very deadly virus in my hand that could kill everyone in here besides me and you in no time." He thinks he manages to sound irritated rather than flustered, but the look Nathan's giving him says something else. "Will you please take it and get rid of it, before it slips out of my hands?"

Peter does, still frowning, still confused and Adam steps back. Hiro's still too far, and when Adam glances at him, his eyes are impassive. He's lost the hand, Adam knows, but there's a chance, maybe a small one, of winning another, and there's all the time in the world for his grander plans.

He can wait. Patience has its rewards, after all, and with his lips still tingling from the kiss, he's willing to behave to reap every single one of them.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*Hiro grabs him and transports them to Oahu.*

[susan-who.livejournal.com]

mistletoe?

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Adam tilts his head, smiling at the new girl with a curious glint in his eyes.

"Mistletoe. For kissing under, for the holidays. I have no idea why, but it's a very useful tradition for meeting pretty girls."

He tilts her chin up with a mischievous grin. "Like you..." And then his lips cover hers in an almost sweet kiss, fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

Mistletoe kiss ooc

[susan-who.livejournal.com]

terribly late reply to this.
I realized I had forgotten to memory this
and then I realized I had neglected to thank you for your reply.
So I beg pardon for my ill manners and give thanks for the lovely ficlet.

[mortgaged-soul.livejournal.com]

For old time sakes?

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He shouldn't be in New York. He knows that, but here he is, in the middle of a gala affair on New Year's Eve. It's a masked affair, at least, and the black silk mask is firmly over his features before he slips in. The way he watches, eyes missing nothing, it isn't hard to find her, even through the disguises. She always wears them, after all. This one is just more ornate and obvious, but even after 30 years he can recognize the tilt of her head, the way she holds herself a little apart.

With the boys missing, with everything in shambles, he knows she cannot want to be here. But she is Angela Petrelli, and that means something even now with her world at her feet. After all, to stay home would be to hide, to lick her wounds, to be seen as cowardly. And, Adam knows, she is never that.

Still, she is apart. People seem to break in a stream around her, stopping, talking, never touching, always moving on. He watches her all night, nursing one glass of whiskey--just one. When midnight approaches, he switches to champagne, taking a glass from a passing waiter as he moves through the crowd like a shadow, pacing her, tracking.

When she is near a curtained alcove, making an exit he thinks, retreating now that the moment has come, he makes his move. With a warrior's grace his fingers find her wrist, pulling her from view of the room, behind the drape in one fluid moment, trapping her between his body and the wall. He keeps the mask on, though there's no need for it here where they both see through everything.

Taking advantage of her surprise, he slides one hand around the slender column of her throat, taking in the changes time and age have wrought. But her eyes are still his Angela's, and his lips curve in a smile that almost makes it to his eyes.

"As easy as that," he whispers, fingers tightening just for a moment, before he releases his hold and slides them to her jaw, cradling it as he tilts her head up. Thirty years is a very long time, even to him, but it could have been yesterday from the way his lips find hers, moving against them in the same way they did the first time he kissed her, just as furtive and concealed, and for a moment it's as if all the time and betrayals in between are gone, and it is just them, and their dreams, and the world they'll build together with nothing standing in their way. Somewhere on the other side of the curtain, the countdown begins and the clock strikes twelve.

[mortgaged-soul.livejournal.com]

((I so amazingly love this. Thank you. So does Angela but she'd never admit it.))

[ando-huggerz69.livejournal.com]

Standing under a mistletoe by accident!

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Adam tilts his head, studying the boy. He shouldn't of course. He's Hiro's friend, at the least, and a rival for his affections, possibly. That makes him something to be squashed since befriending him might be difficult at this juncture. But. Mistletoe. It's a friendly sort of tradition, and he's had a few glasses of eggnog. Enough at least that he's feeling charitable.

Besides, he can appreciate someone wanting to protect Hiro. Boy needs protecting. Of course, he needs it from someone other than one just as young and adorably clueless as he is, but he can, at least, appreciate the sentiment.

Right, so the boy should be thanked, yes? Yes. He nods, decided, and moves across the room.

"Hullo, Ando-kun," he says, still using the far too informal wording, just to irritate, because he's cute when he gets all riled. Not as cute as Hiro insisting on this or that with stern animation, but still cute.

He points up, grins. "Mistletoe."

The faint horror on Ando's face is joy-giving enough to lift him from eggnog induced goodwill to glee, as he swoops in. Fingers bury in Ando's hair, holding him still and as he kisses him, light and playfully, but very, very thoroughly. He breaks the kiss with a bit of a smirk, finally, straightening back up, only a bit unsteady.

"Merry Christmas from Takezo Kensei."

[ando-huggerz69.livejournal.com]

[ooc: love, love, love! so much cuteness.]

[thestrong-one.livejournal.com]

Jessica used to hang around the Company... a lot.

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Adam hit the mat with a grunt, head banging back hard enough that he saw stars. He glared up at the woman standing over him, looking like she'd barely broken a sweat. The glare transferred beyond her, to Bob.

"Get up, Adam. Show her again."

It was folly, and barely worth it, but a whole day allowed outside in the enclosed yard was worth it, he said, aching to feel the sun on his skin, to breathe fresh air. It was spring, it was beautiful weather, and he wanted to see it.

To do so, he had to teach this girl a way to channel that strength into skill, though he saw no real need. With her strength, no skill could stand against her. He was learning that, fast. Four hundred years of training were nothing. He'd had bones break, just to heal, more than once this afternoon.

"Keep it up," Bob said again, then turned and left.

The girl offered him a hand. Her smile wasn't really apologetic, but there seemed to be something of comradeship in it. He let her pull him up.

"Again, I suppose," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Why don't you just show me?" she suggested, with a glance at the door. "I won't fight back."

It was tempting, but Adam shook his head. "No, do what I showed you before. I can take it."

"You want me to just use you as a punching bag?"

"I think I'm supposed to find a way around you, for them," he confessed, arching an eyebrow. "In case they need to control you."

The girl's smile twisted. "They already have that, in Vegas."

His head snapped up then, eyes sharp, and he looked her over far more carefully than he had before. "In Vegas."

"Yeah."

He struck then, hard and fast and with a precise skill that took her by surprise, tumbling them both to the ground, him on top. She stared up at him, surprised, and he took a moment to press his lips to hers hard, one hand flat against the mat. She arched up against him in interesting ways that he wanted to explore more of, but then he was flying across the room, slamming into the wall.

"What the fuck?"

Adam laughed, coughing up blood, but he couldn't stop laughing for a long while.

"Give Linderman my regards. Tell him I'm coming..."

The girl gave him a look like he was crazy and stalked from the room.

Adam just laughed.

[enjoythe_ride]

Why not?

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Adam smiles when Bela comes in after a brief knock. "Did you get it?"

Her look was almost offended, though his bright smile made it hard to even be irritated. He felt like a kid at Christmas as she held out the box. "Of course I got it. I always get it."

Adam took it, opening the box slowly, eyes wide with awe. The pocket watch nestled in velvet, shimmering just a bit in the light. "And it truly controls time, allows the bearer to move through it?"

"So my sources say." Bela perched on the edge of his desk, watching him. "Only to the past, though, which I guess is more useful, depending on what you want with it."

"The past works just fine," Adam said, tracing his fingers over it. Everything would come together, if he could just go back, fix that one moment. If Hiro could do it, then why not him?

"And what are you going to do with it?" Adam looked up at her sharply, frowning a bit. "Not that I normally ask, but...all things considered..." One of her feet slipped out of her shoe, teasing up his calf.

Adam grinned a bit at the touch, then reached out and tugged her onto his lap. "What do you think?" he asked, brushing his lips over hers. "I'm going to change history."

How, and when and what that meant, he had no intention of sharing, but he'd found other ways to distract her. He deepened the kiss, standing up with her and pressing her back onto the desk, letting the watch fall to the floor as his hands busied themselves with other things.

For now.