changehistory | Completely stolen from prometheusrise

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.

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"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."

"Careful, carp," Adam murmurs against his lips, fingers tracing down over his skin. "Never offer things so blindly..."

His eyes are full of conviction. "I trust you."

Adam lifts his head, giving him a look. "After where we were just an hour ago, why in God's name would you do that?"

"Because I always did. Even after you chose White Beard. I would have saved you, Kensei, even from yourself, if you had let me."

"That does not equal trust, carp. Not now, not here."

"You gave it up, Kensei. You could have done it but you didn't. I was afraid, but I am no longer."

Adam shakes his head in something like wonder or bemusement, before settling over him and kissing him again.

Adam's weight is welcome. It anchors him to this man, makes him feel like a part of him. Adam may be taller than he is but slimmer. He can handle it easily and the heat only serves to make him even more pliant. His legs go around Adam's waist, wanting more.

Adam slides his fingers over skin almost lazily, though his kiss takes on a hungry, almost desperate edge, as always expecting Hiro just to disappear from under him, a figment of his imagination or a teasing mirage.

Hiro begins to tremble from the teasing touches. His heart is beginning to speed up as Adam's hunger calls to his own. So much time wasted. Too much time lost.

Adam shifts again to slide his fingers lower tracing down the back of his thigh, tugging Hiro's leg up as he shifts to settle more against him.

Hiro groans as Adam caresses him. One hand sneaks into Adam's hair and pulls him into another kiss.

Adam murmurs his name against his lips, kissing him deeper, wriggling free of the rest of his clothes, sliding against him with a soft chuckle.

Hiro smiles at his chuckle. It's fun when they can be so relaxed. He moans deeply in pleasure as he arches up against Adam. His body is highly charged.