9 Mischiefs Managed - [video/action]

[greding]

[Hello City! You didn't think you would get through this curse without seeing these two trouble makers, did you? Fred and George Weasley are lounging in the town square, looking far too pleased with themselves.]Alright, City? Now it has been explained to us that there is a bit of a tradition in this place about snogging under the mistletoe. Isn't

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did you order some teal deer with your makeouts...

[oneminutemaze]

[ They're stubborn, both of them digging their heels in because this, whatever this is, can't continue -- but at the same time, there's a part of Ariadne that doesn't want it to stop. That's the part that's making her so angry, and it's what's making her hand shake despite how much she tells it not to (she'd want a cigarette if she didn't already have the cigarillo, and a detached part of herself makes a mental note to cut back, because she's clearly developing a habit). She turns, though she doesn't know what to say -- it's easy to act on an impulse but now she's being forced to think, and while usually she'd love to, it's making telling him that he either needs to make it clear that it's just a sex thing or they need to figure something else out very difficult.

The mistletoe, however, is very suddenly there and much, much harder for her brain to bypass. She's been kissed more than enough times today, perhaps most memorably by a pterosaur, but no one has riled her up (and take that in any way you will) as much as George has -- much to her irritation, earlier, but now she just wants to kiss him. And, well, grabbing onto him to yank him into a kiss is violent enough; the kiss itself, at least on her end, is more desperate. God dammit, George. ]

/nom nom delicious

[greding]

[The kiss is not entirely unexpected, given the mistletoe floating around. It still catches him by surprise, though. His brain was so wrapped up in trying to work out what to say next that he wasn't paying attention to what might be floating over their heads. And then suddenly Ariadne's hands are on his shoulders and he's being bent in half and - oh. Well.

He kisses back as desperately as she is. One hands comes to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. In some ways he's glad for the interruption. It's the only way he'll ever really be able to say what he needs to. 'Look, I fancy you! I'm sorry for being a twat about it.']

oh god I can't stop

[oneminutemaze]

[ Small as they are, Ariadne's hands have a surprising amount of strength in them, and at the moment it's all focused on keeping George right up against her and not letting him go. There's the slightest hitch of breath when she's pulled closer, more out of surprise than anything else -- what would he want to do with her, after all, when she can't keep herself together because she can't remember falling asleep?

The kiss, though... the kiss says otherwise, though she doesn't trust it just yet. She can tell that at least part of what had her grabbing him is the curse, and that same curse has had her doing a lot of ridiculous things today. He might be able to taste it; the coffee she got from Steve Rogers after the fact, the cigarillo from No Name (the remnants of which having now fallen to the ground), Natasha's lipstick, even cigarettes and tacos from Mr. Orange. She didn't want any of those, though. ]

jeez, woman. Making me read stuff...

[greding]

[He won't lie to himself and pretend the curse isn't involved here. He highly doubts she'd just kiss him out of the blue when she's clearly as mad as she is. So, well... say whatever you want about him for it, but he's going to enjoy this while it lasts. He's fairly sure he's buggered everything up too badly for her to ever forgive him properly, so he's going to kiss her with everything he's got and just hope she doesn't slap him too hard when they come to.

A second hand joins the first one on her back, resting between her shoulder blades, just moving very slightly. He loves the way she feels under his hands. Small, but strong.]

c-c-c-combo breaker!

[feorging]

[Well then. Seems like these two are getting along just fine. He can get the scoop from George later (if he comes home !); he hasn't got to hang around to - oh god, he can hear it.

He claps his hands to his knees and gets to his feet, decidedly not looking anywhere in their general direction.]

Right, then! I'll just be --

[You know. Anywhere but here. There is most certainly a grin and it takes everything he has not to high five his brother before he leaves with a small pop!]

how dare you. how dare I. how dare all of us.

[oneminutemaze]

[ Likewise, Ariadne is fairly certain that it's become obvious that she cares too much (which she is still mad at herself about, but that's sort of shoved to the side at the moment) and she'll be dropped (hopefully not literally this time) as soon as the curse decides to let them go. Maybe if she were thinking clearly, she'd realize that there have been more than enough signs that that isn't going to happen, but she isn't.

One of her hands moves, sliding into his hair and holding tighter than usual. The height difference has to be murder on his back, but she's not breaking the kiss to try and figure out a way to make it easier. Breaking the kiss means one or both of them can run.

Or at least, that was the plan, but then Fred speaks and she jerks slightly. Oh. ... Oh. ]

indeed

[greding]

[George pulls back, only a little. Just enough to look at her. Well. Yes. Care to say anything?]

/SHRUG

[oneminutemaze]

[ She's breathing harder than she thought, looking up at him. This close, she could pull away or kiss him again with one slight movement. She doesn't do either, doesn't move, doesn't relax or tighten the grip she has on him. She's letting it be his move to make. ]

[greding]

[He's quiet for some time, alternating between looking at her and avoiding her gaze. He finally speaks.]

I am sorry, really. But I understand if that's not really enough, you know.

[Avoiding her gaze, again.]

[oneminutemaze]

[ She wants him to look at her, but then again, it's easier not to meet his gaze when she speaks, too. ]

I wasn't that upset, at first. Then it was more at myself than anything, and I just... took it out on you, instead.

[ A bit of movement, fingers lightly stroking his hair. ]

I'm sorry, too.

[greding]

[A hand comes up to cup at her cheek.]

You don't have anything to be upset at yourself for. You've been brilliant.

[oneminutemaze]

[ She's just going to lean into that hand despite herself. ]

I'm not really seeing how.

[ Everything is blurred lines instead of the crisp perfection that she's used to, that she craves when she designs something. Flexibility is one thing, but this is just... messy.

Though she supposes that's why they're having this conversation. ]

[greding]

[If it helps, Aria, he's as lost as you are.]

Because you're gorgeous, and I don't think I know what I'm doing.

[...it makes sense in his head, okay?]

[oneminutemaze]

[ There's a slight laugh, not because it's funny, but because she really doesn't know what other reaction to have. ]

As much as I hate to admit it, neither do I. [ She wants to kiss him again, so she does, just a soft press of her lips against his. ] It's not as simple as we thought it would be, is it?

[greding]

I think I had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be. I'm not exactly easy to deal with, I'm afraid.

[oneminutemaze]

Yeah, me neither. You might have noticed.