[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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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.]