[ Amy hasn't really been looking where she's going all day, which has gotten her in all sorts of situations-- but a man and a horse, that's sort of hard to miss, even when you're trying not to pay attention to your surroundings.
So, when she sees him on the other side of the street, she stops and walks over. To say hello, really. It's only polite, isn't it? ]
[ The mistletoe is not quite there yet, but the edge of compulsion is a good enough excuse for Amy to step right into his personal space and grin up at him. ]
Hey, cowboy. [ Look, she always wanted to say that, don't judge her.
And with that, she leans up and kisses him-- keeping it soft for starters. ]
["Cowboy." If anyone can see him, his eyes roll just a bit over that--not that Amy could likely see that, since she's, you know, busy kissing him. And not that he'll keep on with that since he's, you know, kissing her back. And kissing back a little bit harder. He doesn't mind.]
[ It had to be said. At least so Amy thinks. But those thoughts get pushed aside in favour of concentrating on the kissing. Both her arms come up, one to rest on his shoulder, the other at the back of his head. ]
[His hands make their way around her back to find a place to rest at her shoulder blade. But only for a moment, because he'd rather slide one hand down to her waist.]
[Which makes it all even better, really. But the effects of the curse are starting to fade--not that he really wants them to, but these things happen. He'll keep on, though, if he thinks he can get away with it...]
[Well, if we're going to play that game...he can play that game. A nip or two on her lip in return, kissing that seem to stray down to the corner of her mouth or along the line of her jaw. The effects of the curse may have already worn off on him, but he doesn't care.]
So, when she sees him on the other side of the street, she stops and walks over. To say hello, really. It's only polite, isn't it? ]
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At least, on certain days.]
Hello.
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How's the horse? [ Great conversation. Amy is eyeing the mistletoe growing towards them. ]
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All right.
[He sees her eying it and he eyes it too. The horse snuffles a bit.]
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Hey, cowboy. [ Look, she always wanted to say that, don't judge her.
And with that, she leans up and kisses him-- keeping it soft for starters. ]
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