Mistletoe
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Kisses
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Someone' s hung some mistletoe...
013: Kisses
She didn’t notice when her classmates hung the mistletoe as a joke. She didn’t notice when they pointed and giggled. She didn’t notice Dale coming into the room.
She scrawled a note across her handheld and flipped the page of the v-book she was reading for some class. It was one big diagram. Tedious to go through and painful to dissect.
Dale sat next to her on the couch.
"Hello," she murmured, not looking up.
"Hey."
They sat with a silence between them that she thought was companionable and he thought was awkward.
He was nervous as a hamster. No one knew he was seeing Stacey, except for her roommate. His girlfriend and most of the exes were there. Stacey, for her part, was absorbed in her v-book and the mistletoe(where had those idiots gotten mistletoe?) dangled dangerously above her head.
"Stacey. Kiss me," he said, threw himself into the situation face first.
"What?"
"Kiss me. C’mon. I won’t bite."
She was horrendously embarrassed. "Dale."
"Please."
"I’m not going to help you freak our classmates out."
Dale sighed. She could be so difficult sometimes. Maybe that was what made his heart throb, though. Maybe that was what made him ache for her.
He cupped the base of her skull and turned her head to face him. She gave him a startled look. Started to protest. Couldn’t get the words out before he kissed her.
Crushed their lips together.
Her shoulders dropped. Her eyes slid shut. The v-book and handheld fell to the floor and she reached for him. Teased his tongue out of his mouth and sucked on it.
Dale let his hands wander. Let them slide down her sides and stroke her hips. She moaned quietly. He caught her head and tilted it further back.
Another long moment later and they separated. Gasped for air and stared at each other. Stunned silence assaulted their ears. Stacey blushed scarlet and remembered where she was.
"Oh!"
She grabbed her things from the floor and ran out of the room, too embarrassed to stay.
Dale caught up to her quickly. Spun her and pressed her against the wall.
"Stacey," he teased. Like there was some big joke they were both in on, whether she knew it or not. He brushed hair out of her face and stroked her cheek. She remained a deep shade of scarlet.
"May I?" he asked, leaning in.
She sighed. "I suppose." She couldn’t quite say ‘no’ to him.
He leaned down, closed the space between them and pressed his lips to hers, ever so gently. She opened her mouth. He pressed her shoulders into the wall.
An enraged snarl broke them apart. Dale looked up and watched his now-ex-girlfriend storm off down the hall.
"There. I told you."
Stacey glared at him. "Why did you do that? The first time, I mean?"
"Do what?"
"…Kiss me."
He complied tenderly, though that was not what she had in mind.
"Dale."
"Hm? Oh. There was mistletoe and you just looked so nice on the couch."
She looked startled, then rolled her eyes. "You’re impossible, do you know that?"
He didn’t answer. Just kissed her again.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Kisses
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Someone' s hung some mistletoe...
013: Kisses
She didn’t notice when her classmates hung the mistletoe as a joke. She didn’t notice when they pointed and giggled. She didn’t notice Dale coming into the room.
She scrawled a note across her handheld and flipped the page of the v-book she was reading for some class. It was one big diagram. Tedious to go through and painful to dissect.
Dale sat next to her on the couch.
"Hello," she murmured, not looking up.
"Hey."
They sat with a silence between them that she thought was companionable and he thought was awkward.
He was nervous as a hamster. No one knew he was seeing Stacey, except for her roommate. His girlfriend and most of the exes were there. Stacey, for her part, was absorbed in her v-book and the mistletoe(where had those idiots gotten mistletoe?) dangled dangerously above her head.
"Stacey. Kiss me," he said, threw himself into the situation face first.
"What?"
"Kiss me. C’mon. I won’t bite."
She was horrendously embarrassed. "Dale."
"Please."
"I’m not going to help you freak our classmates out."
Dale sighed. She could be so difficult sometimes. Maybe that was what made his heart throb, though. Maybe that was what made him ache for her.
He cupped the base of her skull and turned her head to face him. She gave him a startled look. Started to protest. Couldn’t get the words out before he kissed her.
Crushed their lips together.
Her shoulders dropped. Her eyes slid shut. The v-book and handheld fell to the floor and she reached for him. Teased his tongue out of his mouth and sucked on it.
Dale let his hands wander. Let them slide down her sides and stroke her hips. She moaned quietly. He caught her head and tilted it further back.
Another long moment later and they separated. Gasped for air and stared at each other. Stunned silence assaulted their ears. Stacey blushed scarlet and remembered where she was.
"Oh!"
She grabbed her things from the floor and ran out of the room, too embarrassed to stay.
Dale caught up to her quickly. Spun her and pressed her against the wall.
"Stacey," he teased. Like there was some big joke they were both in on, whether she knew it or not. He brushed hair out of her face and stroked her cheek. She remained a deep shade of scarlet.
"May I?" he asked, leaning in.
She sighed. "I suppose." She couldn’t quite say ‘no’ to him.
He leaned down, closed the space between them and pressed his lips to hers, ever so gently. She opened her mouth. He pressed her shoulders into the wall.
An enraged snarl broke them apart. Dale looked up and watched his now-ex-girlfriend storm off down the hall.
"There. I told you."
Stacey glared at him. "Why did you do that? The first time, I mean?"
"Do what?"
"…Kiss me."
He complied tenderly, though that was not what she had in mind.
"Dale."
"Hm? Oh. There was mistletoe and you just looked so nice on the couch."
She looked startled, then rolled her eyes. "You’re impossible, do you know that?"
He didn’t answer. Just kissed her again.