[meme] christmas means k-i-s-s-i-n-g

[scovilles]

mistletoe meme!

hello friends! you've stumbled upon the dc universe's newest crop of hanging mistletoe - with your new favorite person! whether it's magical compulsion, that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

get ready to pucker up, buttercup!

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my favorite kind of tags, tbh

[unrecognizable]

[ As with most people, the childlike wonder of Christmas had died long ago for Oliver Queen; only once, during that first year back, when re-forging bonds with the loved ones who had spent five years thinking him dead seemed most important, did it hold any real meaning. Since then only loss and troubled memories marked the season; making plans didn’t register on his agenda, though...turning them down, especially from her, was a feat even the Green Arrow was incapable of. Barry and the others in Central City had become almost a second family to him; that, and reasons that only he and Caitlin shared, were enough to get him to attend the party.

No ugly sweaters; the music had been endured only because Thea forced him to, and every time he cringed or looked broodingly out the window, she seemed more satisfied with herself. All of that paled in comparison to what STAR Labs has been turned into; green and red tapestry, bows, and other intricacies of the decor that would have taken a considerable amount of time to notice. In a way, it felt like walking into a hallmark store, and his eyes were lifted as he began to navigate his way around.

It’s the sight of Caitlin that has him stopping unintentionally under a sprig of mistletoe; that’s the way it always happens, no matter how long or short a time they’ve been separated, he still gets just...a little stunned by her beauty ]

Hmm? [ The words don’t register immediately until he’s done taking her in; then his head tilts back, gaze following the motion to settle on what she had mentioned. ] Tell me Barry didn’t all of this.

[ Mostly because the mental image is filling his head; a blur of movement, the speedster zipping around, though...the more he looks at it, the more he thinks it’s someone else ]

I didn’t bring my bow. [ There’s a reason for saying that and the corners of his mouth twist into the beginning of a smile ] Which means I can’t put an arrow into anyone else that might notice...so maybe you should come over here first.

huzzah. :3

[trigeminalheadache]

[ Worry creases her forehead momentarily when he seems a bit unfocused. She knows there has to be so much on his mind: Star City as a whole, Vigilante, Prometheus. The new recruits who weren't too far away just now. But those are all reasons as to why she insisted on a break for all of them tonight. If she could have her way, Savitar, Alchemy, and all their ilk would stay dormant until well after New Years.

Hoping they stayed that way forever is a nice thought, but she knows it would never happen.

The concern recedes from her expression as she moves closer, watching him take stock of the green hanging above. Whatever it might have been, it's gone for now, and she would take it upon herself to keep it from cropping up again. As she draws near, she automatically checks the cuffs on each wrist. Caitlin knows they're there; the only time they aren't is when they need to charge, and she'd already done that earlier. But it's a small measure of reassurance. With no solid control of her abilities, she isn't going to take a chance. Not when she knows what being around Oliver does to her. ]

That's a bit of an extreme deterrent, maybe? [ She smiles, mouth closed, the expression lighting up her eyes. ] And I'm pretty sure not having your bow isn't going to stop you if you really meant to put an arrow in someone. So...

[ She only stops when there's barely a breath between them, her head tilted back to look up at him. ] I guess I can take this one for the team.

[unrecognizable]

So, you’re subscribing to the theory that I’m the weapon. [ There’s almost a visual component to it; how tension eases from his body language, momentarily dissolving in Caitlin’s presence. Maybe the holiday spirit isn’t dead after all ] I appreciate that.

[ A genuine smile appears this time; there’s plenty of other people that still need to be greeted, and the reluctant promise to eat one of the flash cupcakes that he made to Barry, but all of it, all of them can wait just a little longer. Reaching out, calloused fingertips move in a surprisingly gentle motion, gliding across her cheek, only to tuck a strand of brunette hair behind her ear ]

Your noble gesture won’t go unappreciated, Dr. Snow. [ Further teasing could have been done; she makes him feel that way, as if it’s okay to let his defenses down...as much as patience is one of his better virtues, in certain situations, any willpower to delay what they both want has fallen. Leaning in to adjust to the difference in height, the way his lips first brush across hers in more chaste than he really intends; it’s the thought of eyes on them, or making her uncomfortable, but those concerns don’t last for long, not once the initial contact is made.

Placing his hand against the small of her back, he pulls her in, attempting to bring them even closer as the kiss deepens. He could have stayed like that...for far too long, and forgot about the party all together. Instead, he breaks it after a long moment, turning his head so that his lips were near her ear, his voice a low whisper ] You look amazing tonight.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ She's very tempted to make a joke about him being a weapon. Something along the lines about his shirt, concealed weapons, "guns." But it feels a bit hokey at the moment and, given that they're already in a slightly cheesy moment, she isn't going to push her luck right now. (She's still pretty sure he'd laugh, if only to humor her.)

When he touches her cheek, her head shifts slightly, following to keep the feeling of it there just a moment longer. She's learned every bit of his hands: the roughness, the calluses, the surprising soft spots. If only they were a lot more alone right now. If only dragging him off to one of the many secluded spots in the building wouldn't go unnoticed. They've still managed to keep this a secret from everyone except Thea.

(A moment's indiscretion and one of them forgetting to lock the door to his office.)

She falls into him in the kiss, his hand pushing them even closer together, her hands finding first his shoulders, then the back of his neck. As he breaks the kiss, she lets out the softest groan of disappointment. She blushes at the compliment, her cheek growing warmer where it presses against his. Her lips press against his jawline, needy for more. ] I wore this for you. All of it, if you catch what I mean.