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!

Comments

[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.