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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Can you take us somewhere a little more private, carp?" He murmurs against his lips, pulling back to glance around the beach with a small smile.

"Mmmm?" His eyes are dreamy, glazed. He notices Adam looking around. "Oh...sorry." Suddenly they're in a very nice hotel room.

Adam smiles a little, glancing around, then brushes his fingers through Hiro's hair lightly, thumb tracing his jawline. "Better."

"Mmmm," his voice trails off dreamily. He's leaning into Adam's touch.

Adam lightly touches over his cheek, one finger sliding to trace his lips.

Hiro's tongue flicks across his finger, then he takes it in his teeth. "I am not completely sure where we are."

Adam's breath catches, and slides his other arm around him.

"Does it matter?"

Hiro presses against him. He wants Adam's heat.

"No, just as long as no one walks in here."

"We can make a run for it, if they do," Adam says, holding him tighter against him.

"Better than that," Hiro grins. His arms go around Adam. He needs connection.

Adam presses a kiss against his forehead, eyes closing a little. "They'll think they dreamed us.."

"Maybe we are a dream." He feels as if he may be part of a dream. He notices that whereever they are, it's day. The sun is golden.

Adam gives him a sort of sardonic smile, on the self-deprecating side. "You were always mine."

"I did not know you were mine until now. I was blind." He likes the warmth.

"Am I then?" Adam asks, just a little soft and unsure, tugging him closer.

"As long as I can claim you. Which I hope to be a long time." His eyes are bright as is his smile.

"So do I, carp," Adam whispered a little.

Hiro wraps his arms around his neck as he kisses him deeply. His body is begging to be taken.

Adam's kiss is soft in return, sweeter than the angry one in the vault and more gentle, even as he eases them both to the bed.

Hiro's eyes are gentle, desire shining through them. As he lays back, his fingers are already working on unbuttoning his shirt as he kicks off his shoes. His legs part to allow Adam to lie between them. "I am yours."

Adam watches him for a minute before slipping out of his jacket, then his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He kicks off his shoes before climbing on the bed, hovering over Hiro. Leaning down, he brushes his lips lightly over Hiro's. "That's all I ever wanted...."

Hiro's hands move up to Adam's shirt unbuttoning it, then skim over the skin revealed. His fingers tweak his nipples as he grins cheekily up at him. "Anything you want."