[ MISTLETOE ]

[selfkismesis]

who ; YOU
what ; MISTLETOE
where ; All over Sacrosanct. Due to the wonderful evolved ability of producing spores, Singlings who have ventured too close to the kissing plant may find themselves in romantic entanglements later on in the day, even once escaped from plant itself. Neither organics or inorganics are safe.
when ; Next week or so.
warning

Comments

Oh god what am I...

[doesthemath]

Snow on a space station wasn't exactly something that Wanda had expected, but it was a small taste of home that she welcomed. Not just New York, but home in the Balkans where she and Pietro had been with their mother as children.

She'd been warned early on about the presence of the mistletoe and the strange effect it had, but there were times she got just a bit too close as the snow distracted her...

A beautiful person u__u

[usavatar]

Steve has so far, today, successfully evaded people in general. He's picked odd times to do normal tasks, gone down back alleys or the widest empty streets.

It's with too much relief that he makes his way back toward his quarters. And with too much relief that he takes a moment to enjoy the snow himself as he steps around the one corner he didn't check today.

[doesthemath]

Wanda isn't the clumsy sort, but with both of them too distracted by the falling snow, it's perhaps not so surprising that they bump into each other as she turns the corner at the same time.

She reaches out automatically for Steve, for a wall, anything to steady herself against, and only just manages not to slip and go toppling into the snow.

[usavatar]

He catches her arm as gently as he can, lets go as soon as he can, and stammers the beginnings of several apologies before he decides that just being quiet is a better option.

[doesthemath]

She offers Steve a wry smile, and she can't help but be amused at the way he stammers and fumbles with the words of an apology. It would be best to put him at ease and take a step back now that she's stable on her feet, but she finds she doesn't want to. The All-American-Boy look had never been a draw for her, but somehow the way Steve wears it is irresistible.

"Thank you, that could have been quite the fall," she says, flashing him a wider smile.

[usavatar]

Oh no. Ohhhh no no no. He is not kissing Pietro's sister. He can't. He stumbles back a step. "That. Yes, I guess it maybe might have - and now that it's not, I'm going to just."

He gestures to the world at large.

[doesthemath]

Are you sure you're not going to, Steve? Really? Wanda moves forward a step...and a half. Her hands go to his arms to keep him from trying to back away further. It would be bad if he tripped walking backwards, wouldn't it?

"Maybe you'd better stay and make sure I don't fall and hurt myself?" she asks, even as one of her hands slides up to his shoulder. Was it underhanded to play on his 1940's gentlemanly code? Oh well!

[usavatar]

He freezes in place, which is the opposite of the smart thing to do. She's touching him. She is touching him, she's not in her right mind, he needs to back away.

Nope.

Nope.

"Miss Wanda, we both know that's not- That you wouldn't. That you'd be okay."

[doesthemath]

"There's no way to be sure," she replies quietly as her gaze slides down to his mouth.

It's too late for Steve. She isn't thinking about anything except moving her hand to the back of his neck to hold him in place as she leans up to press her lips to his. Touching him is pretty much all she has on her mind at the moment.