[ hey! look! in the sky! it's a bird... no, it's a plane... no, it's mistletoe! above the punch bowl, tied to the ceiling with jingling bells and brightly colored ribbon, the mistletoe lures all of the universe's most smoochable soloists to the best part of the holiday season.
to her credit, kara manages to beat down most of the blush that colors her cheeks, thanks to a hearty sip of ice-cold punch and a little bit of zen mantra. well, she manages pretty well, but it all comes right back the second she leans over to press a quick kiss to barry's cheek. or what was his cheek, before he turned towards the sounds of the bells.
might be better described as the general area of dimples that should not be legal on this or any earth.
in any case, the blush is there to stay, and so is the smudge of her lipstick on his face. ]
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to her credit, kara manages to beat down most of the blush that colors her cheeks, thanks to a hearty sip of ice-cold punch and a little bit of zen mantra. well, she manages pretty well, but it all comes right back the second she leans over to press a quick kiss to barry's cheek. or what was his cheek, before he turned towards the sounds of the bells.
might be better described as the general area of dimples that should not be legal on this or any earth.
in any case, the blush is there to stay, and so is the smudge of her lipstick on his face. ]