[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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[kanapini]

Kind of a cliche move, Oliver.

[She likes it. Maybe. You don't own her. But she loves you.

Maybe.

Probably.]

[unrecognizable]

Someone may have pointed out I haven't been the most festive person lately.

[ thea being the main culprit; though in his defense, there should be some amount of creative points awarded to him for hanging the mistletoe with an arrow.

this is who you're stuck with, laurel. ]

Not to mention. [ a sidestep to reveal the two mugs of hot chocolate waiting behind him. see? he's not completely thoughtless ]

The thing is...in order to get those, there's a holiday tradition we need to honor first.

[kanapini]

You? Not festive?

[Laurel scoffs, like she just cannot believe it but then she's smirking and that probably ruins it. She knows the man that Oliver is. She knows the wounds that the island left on him. She doesn't hold it against him. She loves him for who he is.

His actions always did speak better than his words.

The smirk softens into a gently smile and Laurel takes a step into his personal space.]

Are you bribing me with hot chocolate to kiss you?

breaking news: oliver queen has no shame

[unrecognizable]

No one wanted to knit an ugly green sweater with arrows...so I’m only partially to blame.

[ As much as the smirk gives her away it doesn’t prevent the electric shock from traveling down his spine; Laurel Lance, the only woman that knew all sides of him, the boy he had been before the island...and the kind of man that stood before her now.

That alone is why she’s his home even more than Star City ever could be. Meeting her halfway to eliminate any space left between them, some of the tension eases from his shoulders ]

Hmm? [ A slight shake of his head as the fingertips of his right hand thread into her hair ] No, kissing me is the reward. Hot chocolate is just a consolation prize.

[ Did you think he’s going to follow tradition completely, Laurel? With some of her hair swept to the side, he leans in, all but whispering into her ear, his voice dropping lower ] Merry Christmas, Laurel. [ The other kiss will come soon enough; for now, he lets his lips drop to the curve of her neck, teeth grazing over her skin ]

holy mother of god that is brand new information

[kanapini]

[She is a grown woman. A lawyer by day, a vigilante by night. She knows every single one of Oliver Queen's tricks, because she's seen all of them more than once and maybe taught him a few herself. She is not going to blush and giggle and swoon like a teenager because the cute boy likes her.

She's going to make the boy beg to have her.

Laurel tips her head when he lowers his mouth. Just to make it easier. And she'll deny that shiver and the little breathy sound she makes forever. Forever.]

Ollie... I think you missed a spot.

[That's her hand on the back of his head, pushing him towards her collar bone.]

[unrecognizable]

[ There’s a definite truth in that; all of the moves he’s developed were done so with Laurel, if anyone could see them coming, or be immune to them, it’s her. Attention to detail means she isn’t getting away with how her breath hitches; and immediately his other hand presses into the small of her back, trying to move them even closer. That’s always been the problem, hasn’t it? Close not being close enough.

She’s a weakness and that much hasn’t been kept secret; no resistance at his head being pushed lower, just a breath released against Laurel’s skin, grip tightening in her hair every so slightly ]

Only one? [ Of course she can make him go from zero to sixty within a few seconds. Beg? That’s probably a battle she’ll end up winning, and it won’t be nearly as difficult as the ones she wages in the courtroom. Reluctantly he releases her hair; there’s a point to the movement though, just so that he can reach down, grab her hips, and lift her up as if she were weightless ]

That’s better. [ All this and his mouth has barely left her skin; kissing down her left clavicle, and honesty she should be thanking him for not ripping her top open ]

[kanapini]

[Oh.

Oliver grabs and she jumps, wrapping her arms and legs around him, like an octopus and she's not even ashamed of the moan that tumbles out of her mouth when she settles against him. She loves the feel of his body against hers. He's always been fit, but the island did him some favors.]

I-- [Laurel has her hands in his hair now instead, torn for a second between holding his head exactly where it is or pushing it lower or pulling his mouth back to hers.

She decides on the last, after a moment, and never does finish that thought because she's smashing her lips against his and licking her way into his mouth.]