It's the most wonderful tiiiiime of the year. For mistletoe!

[ceded]

Oh no, mistletoe!

 

SHOOT. Who put that there?! Well, you’re caught - pucker up!

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon in the subject line
2. Next person who responds is the one you’re caught under the mistletoe with!
3. Go as awkward, sweet, or embarrassing as you like! (Quick cheek peck? Full French? Sure! But you have to kiss or the Nargles will get you!)
4. Comment, Tag, and catch others under the mistletoe. Have fun!

Gratuitously stolen from bakerstreet.

Comments

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[The garden variety JW tends to be a top-heavy creature and he goes down like a load of bricks, yelping in surprise as he goes. He flails his arms and doesn't expect to be caught, much less kissed.]

[OWNED.]

[He blinks owlishly in the moment Petra still holds him before dropping him. Not flustered, but very clearly impressed that he just had his ass handed to him by a walking arm-rest.]</sub>

Ow. Okay, you made your point. Ow.

[petral]

Oh shit-

[ She kind of winces when she hears the thud of his body hit the floor, but she's already dropped him and she didn't really react fast enough to grab him again. ]

I'm sorry-

[ And she is!! Petra offers him a hand, bending down. She laughs nervously. ]

I don't know what came over me...

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He props himself on an elbow and rubs the back of his head before accepting her hand.]}

Well, shit. I gotta say, soldier, you really know how to sweep a man off his feet.

_{[Complete with eyelash flutter. Ow, ow his poor hip.]}

[petral]

[ She rolls her eyes, almost tempted to drop him again. Almost. ]

Don't underestimate anyone for their size, okay? [ A chuckle. ] You should've met the lance corporal.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW steadies himself on his feet and sends a sour glance to that little damned plant.]}

I think I'll pass.

[petral]

He's not-- [ she has to pause. ] ...that bad. Kind of grumpy and short-tempered, but he's a good man. As long as you ignore his height.