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.

Comments

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.]

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 ]

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]

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. ]

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]

[ 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. ]

[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. ]

[hexuality]

[Okay, so they've practically danced and tumbled their way under some awning thing and miraculously, the only thing she's dropped is that box and everything else is crumpled but intact when she rights herself under Jim's hands and—oh, hey, his face is like super close what's up with that.]

Hi, hello, Jim— [Pause. She's not actually ~swooning~ is she because, really.] My hero, I suppose?

[IT COULD BE A JOKE EXCEPT except it's like she's being tugged into him like a Portkey or something equally unromantic and... thanking him. With her mouth. But not words.]

[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]

[ 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. ]

[hischair]

Yeah? Hi!

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

You look busy. Buying the whole street out?

[hischair]

[ This doesn't taste like a joke, she hasn't even eaten peanuts to get a long-lasting punchline of haha you almost died again in there or anything. Not that she would, but. The point stands. Moreover, Jim can't help drawing her up tight against his chest to kiss her thoroughly in return, teeth grazing a lower-lip before he sucks on it gently, softer pecks dappling from corner to corner. And then there's a second round of face-sucking, discontent to do this half-heartedly.

Everything is crumpled and nothing matters, Merry Christmas. ]

[medicos]

[ bones has never initiated any one of those. it's always jim. so this definitely is a shock to his system.

he'd address it if he thinks there's anything more important than kissing jim who's kissing him back because wow, okay, tongue has never been involved before in any way - unless you count that one time dog-jim licked his face all over - but they are now. he can never make fun of jim's kissing techniques now, that's for sure.

and whatever, okay, jim is definitely not the only one who likes to shove his tongue halfway down other people's throats. the more you know. ]

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. ]

[phonetical]

[This is wrong. So very wrong.

Yet, for the few seconds that pass, it feels so very right. It's now obvious why all those girls in the Academy were crazy after him because if he kissed them like this, they'd be fools to leave him alone. His lips are soft and warm and she can't help but sigh gently into the kiss and wrap her arms around his neck. Quiet as it's kept, it is possible to make her knees weak.]

[hischair]

[ Mmrrph mrr is about as eloquent as he gets, unable to breathe and isn't Bones supposed to be a doctor? Jim runs a hand up through dark hair and gives a slight tug so he can barely turn his head and break for air, gasping in rapid succession. His free fist finds a home in fabric before he can process what's happening, that there's a doorframe up against Leonard's back and somewhere to fucking lean while he bites at a lip, that he hasn't broken away yet and crowed his victory while avoiding getting brained by every object flung at his head. That it's weird.

Getting into Questionable Territory, now. Mmmph? ]

[hexuality]

[Distantly, she thinks she should draw her wand and incinerate the culprit mistletoe behind this because she is intimately familiar with this curse. But seeing as it's actually been a while since she's properly kissed someone (Sulu, you're next), that thought gets ignored in favour of letting the shopping bags slip off her arms to the ground and then she's winding her hands through his hair and angling herself up on her toes for better leverage. Because, yes, down with doing this half-heartedly. Her lips are parted and she's here to play.

Christmas indeed.]

[thenormalsquint]

I'm trying, but I'm stuck on what to get Leonard. He really doesn't need anymore books so he can sit inside and read it instead of going outside and liv--

[She's been through this before. She should feel it coming, but she doesn't and she certainly doesn't notice that piece of greenery sprouting right above them out of nowhere. All Angela knows is that gifts and the bags they come in and whatever she planned on saying are now second place to her tugging him closer by the front of his coat and pressing her lips against his, ignoring the fact she considers Jim as a brother figure completely.]

[hischair]

[ If he could actually think right now he'd be 1) Worrying for his rapidly reduced life expectancy, 2) Jealous to death of Spock, and 3) scrapping his plans for the rest of the day. Right as her knees go weak he dips down without breaking the kiss and scoops her up bridal-style, some crazyass notion of kissing her forever prompting Jim to move out of the kitchen doorway, still intent on becoming an unorthodox dentist and giving up his Starfleet commission in order to make out with Nyota on the couch.

... Except. Oh. Oh, the mistletoe is no longer above them and Oh, shit, a startled noise approximating that echoes right along her tongue. ]

[olduvai]

[ well, okay.

the kiss isn't anything new, so john accepts it for what it is, kissing back with the slow slide of lips and tongue against jim's. the rolls of wrapping paper drops from his grip as he slides his hands around jim's torso and grips his hips to pull him closer. ]

[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. ]

[phonetical]

[It's not the being picked up and carried that brings her back to sanity. She doesn't know what it is except she's suddenly locking lips with Jim somewhere between where they started and the couch and the only thing she can think of doing is putting two hands on his chest and pushing him away.

Far, far away.

Far enough that she tumbles out of his arms and onto the floor.]

What the hell, Jim?!

[medicos]

[ the mistletoe above their kitchen at popped out of sight, and for the briefest moment, mccoy is occupied by thoughts of trouble, panic, confusion, and anger all rolled into one, but jim just had to shove him against the doorframe, where another mistletoe is waiting for them - thanks for that, asshole - so the thought is pushed aside for a little while longer.

but then it pops out again, and just like that, mccoy's eyes blinks open and he pushes jim away in surprise. ]

Jesus —

[ careful, now. there are plenty of other mistletoes scattered all over the apartment, just waiting for the right time to strike. ]

[hischair]

[ ABORT, ABORT, kissing his best friend's (sort of) girl is territory that Jim wants no part in ... never mind, kissing is great, they should just keep it up all month. Right? Right. Submerged in the desire to take her face in gentle hands and deepen the kiss, Jim pays no mind to the mistletoe flourishing into life overhead.

December is the month of God, Why Us, apparently. ]

[hischair]

Oh, my God, how should I know!

[ He all but drops her, stumbling away and wiping his shining lips (chin, eugh, they're both ridiculous). Panting, blue eyes widen like a photon torpedo just landed in his head. ]

You kissed me!