Pucker up

[rubicks_complex]

[OOC: Stolen from timelords_rose. No, this isn't part of dark_desert_hwy canon at all -- it's just a bit of Christmas silliness.]

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[goddess_rainbow]

*appears underneath and waits*

[rubicks_complex]

You got a name? Or are we skipping the exchange of name bit and just going straight to business?

[goddess_rainbow]

I'm Iris, Gregory.

[rubicks_complex]

Whoa. First-name basis without even trying. That's efficient.

[goddess_rainbow]

I don't have a last name.

[rubicks_complex]

Ooh, mysterious. Like Cher, except with less hair. Though, judging from that icon of yours, the amount of clothing's about the same.

Not that I'm complaining. Oh no.

[goddess_rainbow]

Is this better? *clothes seem to sparkle and fade away*

[rubicks_complex]

*slowly makes a kind of 'holy shit, this is all my Christmases come at once' kind of face as he stares*

...uh... I'm sorry, what were you saying?

[goddess_rainbow]

*motions for him to walk to her*

[rubicks_complex]

I got a bad leg. Though, I might be compensating for said leg at the moment. And I don't necessarily mean my cane.

Or maybe I do. Depending on how metaphorical you want to get.

[goddess_rainbow]

*A chair appears behind him and she walks towards him, pressing her hand to his chest to push him backwards and into it.*

[rubicks_complex]

*slumps back, looking surprised*

This is still to do with the mistletoe, right? Or have we somehow totally skipped that part?

[goddess_rainbow]

We don't want your leg to hurt now do we.

*sits over him, straddling him but he should feel almost no weight against his thighs*

ready?

[rubicks_complex]

*kind of swallows a little loudly, because this is totally not what he bargained for when he offered the whole mistletoe kissing thing*

Is that a rhetorical question?

[goddess_rainbow]

Don't you want a kiss?

[rubicks_complex]

Wait. When did this go from you wanting a kiss to me wanting a kiss? I kind of lost track around the bit where your clothes sort of disappeared.