open rp } { mistletoe meme!

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Comment to this post with one of my muses (not listed: Barry Allen, Laurel Lance) in the subject line or "surprise me."
2. I will start a thread of the two of them getting caught under the mistletoe.
3. It doesn't have to be magical mistletoe - I will probably just have it be regular mistletoe. I just want overly indulgent shippy stuff.
4. Enjoy!

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I knew you would know the knowing thing...

[fredless]

[She's just on the tipping point of falling back on her wallflower ways when Dr. Sweets appears in front of her. Fresh of making around of sociables -- an effort mostly made because of her relative newness to the staff -- the refreshment table is looking friendlier and friendlier.

But then, his face is pretty friendly too. Her own expression warms by noticeable degrees , right before Fred's gaze flickers to the odd contraption visible above his head.

Rather unexpectedly, she realizes she's rather inclined to accept the obvious invitation. Of course, it's likely Dr. Hodgin's holiday punch is involved as well. Since her return, Fred's almost completely ignored alcohol altogether. Any distractions, any lack of control meant she might lose control of her.

But things have been good lately. She feels good. Two glasses of punch and a renewed sense of purpose sort of good.

Dr. Sweets is looking for a kiss.

Fred Burkle wordlessly steps in fulfills his request.

Good.

[likeababyduck]

[To be fair, Sweets doesn't really know he's requesting it. Dr. Hodgins was also probably the one who rigged up the mistletoe gag for him so when Dr. Burkle surges forward to kiss him he's caught perfectly and pleasantly by surprise.

And he will promptly start kissing her back because he is not an idiot.]

[fredless]

[Much like the alcohol, it's been a while.

A Wesley-shaped while, if one wanted to go and get specific. And for all her ramblings, Fred's always been a specific sort. It's one of the reasons she's enjoying working at the Jeffersonian.

But unlike the alcohol, and issues of self control and the peskier bits of her insides? Fred wasn't so as much worried it would be too distracting, more that it would...

That she wasn't, isn't...

Still, tucked up under that odd, dangling bit of greenery Fred settles into a pocket of warmth that's got very little to do with the punch.

It's ok, she thinks.

What is]

[likeababyduck]

[It's been a while for Sweets too. His choices for things like this are few and far between, mostly because he does put such careful thought into the partners that he chooses.

Kissing her feels right, however, a kind of gentle shift of things sliding into place that he hasn't felt in a long time, and he intends to hold on to it for as long as he can.

Eventually, however, he does have to pull back gently, and when he does, he stares back at her for a second before repeating, lamely.]

Hi.

[fredless]

...Fred.

[She corrects belatedly, in response to his greeting. Hopes that it sticks this time. A whisper of color still stains her cheeks. If it's the alcohol, or more recent activities?

Well that's up for debate]

[likeababyduck]

[He blinks for a moment, because Fred? And then his eyes widen as he makes the connection and he nods.]

Fred. Right. Sorry.

[Then there's a beat of confusion.]

You kissed me.

[fredless]

Well I...

[Fred's pretty certain she catches the sound of muffled laughter from one of the corners, but she doesn't turn towards it. Instead her attention remains centered on the man in front of her.

Her gaze flicks briefly upwards, towards the suspended mistletoe]

I mean that's sort of the point, isn't it? Didn't I do it right?

[likeababyduck]

No. No you definitely did it right. That was ... so right.

[He is not complaining about the quality of her kissing.]

I just didn't think ...

[He pauses for a moment, before his eyes wander up and he manages to finally spot the mistletoe over his head.]

... Oh.

[fredless]

[Her eyebrows knit together briefly, then open up again with lingering confusion]

...oh?

[The fog's fully lifted now. Her lips have even stopped tingling. And that's definitely a snicker coming from behind her somewhere]

Oh.

[Right]

Who do you think?[And then]So you thought...

[likeababyduck]

Probably Dr. Hodgins.

[He's the most likely suspect, after all. He then looks sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck.]

I did. But that was my fault, for not being more aware of pranks being played on me.