ooo I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND, BABY

[hischair]

When: Dec 17th, forward-dated.
Where: Anywhere.
Rating: PG13 at least.
Characters: Jim & you.
Summary: MISTLETOE CURSE! It's time to suck face or hands because Jim has a mild oral fixation with licking his lips anyway and this is clearly the perfect curse to make everyone's holiday dreams come true(!!!). Tag in with your character running into Jim under the mistletoe, he's more than likely in the Trek!apartments, out doing holiday shopping or in the City gardens. Bieber makes everything 100% more serious, what are you implying.

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on it like nargles on mistletoe

[hexuality]

[Of course she's out and about. Of course. It's the week before Christmas and she's got some last-minute shopping to do and perhaps some gifts to deliver while she's at it. It's a tradition by now, it was her first ever curse in the City and she'll always be laden with shopping bags when it hits so she's all ~defenseless~ when people come at her.

Or when she comes at people because sup Jim Kirk as she slips on a patch of ice and almost drops a box of mince pies on his feet.]

[hischair]

Gin-whoa, careful!

[ He catches her right before she lands, hauling her up and narrowly avoiding the pies hitting his delicately booted toes. It means he has to sidestep with her and bump shoulders back against the nearest shop's doorframe, however, blinking widely in relief that neither of them lost an ankle or two. ]

Are you, uh ... ?

[ What's that weird, tingling sensation in the back of his head? Huh. ]

trek apartments it is, god best come back from hiatus merry early christmas for me

[medicos]

[ you know that something's wrong when the moment you walk into the kitchen, your first instinct is to kiss your platonic best friend ... and you actually do it.

this is a srs tag what are you implying ]

[hischair]

[ Jim, meanwhile, has been harassing Bones with sloppy, puppy-like kisses since they roomed together, so this is hardly a shock to his system or a reason to call for smelling salts. If Gay Chicken was still a thing, it might have passed for that, but it's really just McCoy Chicken. Rather, he laughs into Leonard's mouth and tries to contain his mirth when stubble scratches along his jaw, tugging on an arm to get his attention to say ...

Something. Wow, whatever it was certainly isn't as important as kissing him right back. ]

i don't feel a bit bad about this

[phonetical]

[Her intention was to cross the curtained doorway and ask if Spock was in the other apartment. What wasn't her intention was to walk right up to Jim, her captain, her superior, and kiss him. But that's what Uhura does.

On the mouth.

There might be a little tongue in there too.]

[hischair]

[ ... Oh. Definitely not practicing any long-term survival skills when he wraps an arm around her, buries a hand in long silky hair and strokes his way into the heat of her mouth with own slow, hungry licks.

Goodbye, life, he hardly knew ye. ]

shopping obvsly

[olduvai]

[ john tries to do some holiday shopping, really he does, but he's shit at it. so he's just going to fall back on what he knows best, which is guns. so everyone might get ( twenty-first century ) guns for christmas and look, he's tried his best, give him a break. anyway, he's walking out of a store holding a couple of rolls of incredibly festive wrapping paper when he bumps into someone by accident ( cliche? cliche, but it works ). ]

Hey, so —

[hischair]

[ HOW ABOUT NO LET'S KISS

because that's the instinct that snaps Jim to attention as he drags a hand through John's hair and slides his way right up against him for an invasive, slow-burn melting of lips. ]

[thenormalsquint]

[She's barely halfway done with her Christmas shopping list, though the amount of bags balanced in her hands says otherwise. Some people are hard to shop for and she's flicking through her list of names, trying to think of unique and special things. Nothing comes up and she's in a state of frustration when fate gives her a break. There's a very familiar blond head just up ahead a few feet and that blond head can make shopping for a curmudgeonly doctor a whole lot easier.]

Jim! Hey, Jim!

[hischair]

Yeah? Hi!

[ Jogging over when summoned, he flashes a smile and widens his eyes inquiringly. ]

You look busy. Buying the whole street out?

not shopping, just avoiding

[directives]

[ janeway isn't holiday shopping. she couldn't care one way or the other for these antiquated traditions, to be honest, but she is adamant about avoiding every single person assigned to her ship after her first run in with what had better damn well be a curse, or q is a dead man, omnipotent or not. that means no apartment, no labs, none of her usual areas. which leaves her wandering about the shops with little to no interest in what they have on display in their windows, utterly oblivious to the evidence of her earlier encounter with this curse forming on her neck, just below her ear.

all she'll want for christmas is a dermal regenerator when she discovers it, that much is certain.

but she should've just barricaded herself in her bedroom for the day, because she's turning on her heel for reasons she can't explain and marching right up to the first person she sees — who just happens to be one jim kirk. kathryn grabs his collar with bones hands while simultaneously raising up on her toes, meeting him halfway. ]

[hischair]

[ Jim is starting to wonder if he shouldn't just invest in some quality lip-balm today because he's getting more action than he did after acing the Kobayashi Maru and that is saying something. His eyes widen for a split-second when Kathryn marches over and he frantically holds up his hands ... but then they're kissing, she's tiny, and he folds her up in his arms so easily that it's all he can do to cradle the back of Kathryn's head and respond with a low, approving hum as his tongue sweeps into the welcoming warmth of her mouth.

Maybe he should take measurements, too. For a coffin. ]

Well, DUH.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Perhaps City Solutions isn't the best place to hang mistletoe, but regardless, here it is. She's coming into a work lab that he's coming out of, her eyes lowered to scan over the tablet she's looking at all the pretty SCIENCE on.]

Jim, I've been running these simulations for the past hour and the matrixes keep breaking down. Maybe if we --

[That's when she looks up, right into those pretty blue eyes of us, and it becomes SCREW SCIENCE, LET'S MAKE OUT. Lydia grabs the front of his shirt to pull him down toward her so she can press her mouth to his, and Klingons have been known to stage invasions less forceful then her tongue making its way into his mouth. It might be a little startling.]

[hischair]

[ He barely has time to Hmm? before their eyes meet and ~sparks fly, the PADD in his hand sliding to the desk as Jim leans down just as Lydia hauls him in. It's not startling, not after the day he's having, but it is a delightful interruption and therefore entirely well-worth indulging in. This way, back to the stool ... She can stand between his splayed legs as he nips his way across her jaw, large hands running possessively around curvy hips.

Suddenly? Best. Curse. Ever. ]

[logistical]

[Spock, by now, has managed to anticipate and prepare for most things the City can throw at him, or the crew in general. December, like October, appears to have some kind of theme, and he suspects most of the curses will be tame.]

[What he really doesn't expect is reaching over into Jim's apartment for something, smelling something unfamiliar and strange, and the next thing he knows his fingers are tightly entwined with Jim's, and a flood of sudden, unexpected, unwelcome desire is pouring out from his mind.]

[hischair]

[ Any thoughts of asking Spock whether he can borrow him to look over a few detailed phaser-rifle schematics flies out the window the moment they're stood together way too close, a gurgling noise echoing in the back of his throat despite the fact it's Too Fucking Late, Look What's Happening. While one hand immediately strokes two fingertips up the back of a wrist, the other slides around his friend's neck just as Jim angles in for a soft human kiss to match, barely parting his lips enough to lick the seam of Spock's, seeking entry.

Because this is totally normal, why wouldn't it be? For all of ten seconds maybe, the first three of which are spent impressing welcoming affections into the forefront of his mind to be tapped at his First Officer's leisure. ]

[candothat]

[No, curse. Chekov has seen you before and he's not falling for it this time. He is absolutely not going to place himself in any situation that might result in the compulsion to kiss anyone who isn't Lucy. Or possibly Lydia. Actually, there are a couple of girls he wouldn't object to kissing, but.

But the clever thing to do is spend the workday in the laboratory at City Solutions, where Lydia is usually the only other one lurking about. Some of the others come by every now and then to compare notes and check on progress and to poke things that oughtn't be poked, but surely they're all doing the smart thing and remaining relatively isolated. Really, it's a valiant effort.

And all of that effort goes right out the hanger bay doors when Captain Kirk strolls in. Suddenly, trying to determine whether or not puncturing the fabric of spacetime from within the City will result in the annihilation of the City and all of its occupants is far, far less important to Chekov than striding over to Kirk and standing on his tiptoes to kiss the captain.]

[hischair]

[ Thank fuck that by all accounts, it's a brief kiss only drawn out when Jim gently fists a hand in Chekov's hair to swipe at his cool lips with a near-efficient tongue, delving in to savor the taste of his Navigator on a cursory mission. And then, five excruciatingly long seconds later, Jim looks like he might just want to die. ]

Shit, sorry. Sorry.

Out shopping, of course

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[The City is full of some terrifying curses. Sadly, none are quite so terrifying as the mistletoe curse. All the same, he's decided to risk the dangers of the mistletoe-influenced masses to do some last minute shopping -- things for the casino, not Christmas shopping, of course. He's keeping a wary eye out for mistletoe, because he knows it could strike at any moment.

That's when he spots Jim, and for a moment, his watchfulness for mistletoe disappears, because he's been meaning to mention to him that there's going to be a party at the casino later in the month, and suggest that he brings some friends along. So he raises a hand in greeting.]

Hey, I wanted to let you know--

[He takes a few steps forward, then stops. Shit. Mistletoe, right above him. Maybe if he just stands very still, it won't influence them.]

[hischair]

[ No use! The mistletoe clearly has it out for Jim, who strides right over, sinks his fingers into Meyer's hair and kisses him deeply right from the off, tongue sweeping into his buddy's mouth like every inch of Jim is made to press as closely and intimately as possible. He doesn't do half-hearted make-outs, evidently, leaning forward as his wraps a steadying arm around the shorter man's waist. ]

[excelsiors]

<sub>( sulu practically lives in the gardens, so it’s there that he spots jim. it’s been an odd day, to say the least, but nothing that hits him directly until he’s halfway over to his captain, lifting a hand in greeting. then, it suddenly becomes imperative to make the rest of the way in three quick strides, reach out to put both his hands firmly on jim’s shoulders, and plant one straight on him.

yup, that’s exactly how it goes down. )</sub>

[hischair]

[ Pilot him through the motions, Sulu, you have the helm. Jim muffles a yelp of surprise, then blanks out as the urge to kiss him right back leads to a hand burying in thick dark hair, another in the front of Sulu's shirt as Jim thoroughly steps up to claim all rights to Hikaru's mouth.

For now, anyway. ]

the latest ever

[affectioning]

[ When he can't sleep, Scott has taken to going to the City gardens. He goes walking first, sometimes graduates to a run and if that doesn't do it, he ends up at one of the gyms. Tonight he's standing, looking up at the moon. Maybe his mother is looking at the same moon. It's hard to believe something like the moon has such a hold on him. Oh well. It's not that late. ]

never too late

[hischair]

[ Jim is wary of getting too close to other people by the time night rolls around, but when he bumps into a body around a corner in the gardens it's enough to startle him in its own right until he notices who it is. ]

Scott?

[ Merciful or not, he doesn't have the urge to kiss him right away, though he glances up as a precaution and takes a step back. ]

[fiamme]

[Kori is not exactly Christmas shopping. There are bags in her hand, of course - five of them for herself and two for Jason - but none of them really scream Christmas. Shopping in itself is exciting enough on it's own! When she bumps into Jim, she's eyeing a pretty hefty winter scarf in a store window. Red, with little white and pink snowflakes on it. Roy would have suited it - Jason at a push.

She bumps her shoulder against Jim's, uttering out a startled apology before recognition settles onto her face. ]

- Jim?

[hischair]

Hm? Hey, Kori.

[ He might be the one apologizing soon; the mistletoe materializes overhead, unbeknownst to Jim, and he sinks his fingers through her hair to kiss her without otherwise speaking a word, right off the tail-end of a welcoming smile.

Oops. ]