mistleglow: a winter kiss meme

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mistleglow: a winter kiss meme.

The month of December has been a cold one in Anchor, with the bots working hard to bring a little winter joy to the city. This year, there's a little extra surprise - the bots welcome the participation of the nanites, who are able to join in with the winter holiday protocols for the first time in a long time following their long imprisonment.

And what are the nanites doing? Well...this winter wonderland has been missing a conspicuous offender: the mistletoe. That's where the nanites come in...

▶ The nanites will be floating around in little swarms, lit up bright with various colors, and when they run into any sentient creature, they will enclose them in a harmless invisible shield with a radius of approximately three feet by three feet. Once the characters are entrapped, they'll be stuck for exactly one hour...unless they kiss!

▶ There is no compulsion to kiss, and characters are welcome to just wait out the hour and hope they're stuck with a good conversationalist, but if they want to get on their way, they'll have to kiss their fellow captive, in a specific way depending on the color of the nanite swarm that's trapped them.

▶ The bots will be helping by helpfully informing any trapped characters they need to kiss as they pass by. They won't say what kind of kiss because that would make it too easy. But at least now you know, right?

▶ This meme can be counted as game canon and used for AC if threads continue into January (don't forget: December is check-in only) if both parties wish. Characters who are not in the game are welcome, and threads from this meme can also count for application samples! Come join us!

▶ How to Participate: Just post a top-level detailing the types of kisses you're interested in, and then tag around to other people's top-levels.

▶ Kiss Type Legend:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

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Comments

[birdical]

[Oh, he is cheeky, isn't he? Scaramouche heads back to Elleru's shoulder, despite her giving him the go-ahead to pick up the pace; she'd be a little sore at him for denying her that immediate satisfaction if he hadn't placed his hat atop her head. The wide brim nearly hides him from her view, but the angle allows her to sneak a peek as his fingers make their way up her arm. Her upright guise is more ticklish than she'd like to admit, his touch drawing another laugh out of her despite her best efforts to stifle it, her smile widening the whole time.

Her laugh gets cut off as he draws her just a bit closer, leaning toward her neck -- only to keep her waiting on that kiss she so demanded there. Still, he presses one to her shoulder, taking his time, the metal of his lips (can robots have lips? She doesn't know, but it's not like any of this has been unpleasant) surprisingly warm against her.

She rests a hand at the back of his head, her fingers pressing lightly against the junction of his skull and neck as she encourages him to stay there for a bit; she lets out a satisfied purr, one nearly catlike if it weren't so harsh.]

[numerouno]

[If the light pressure of her hand at the back of his head tells him anything, it's that she's having a ball. As long as she digs this tune, he'll keep laying it down. Elleru may feel it when his lips part a little; Scaramouche can't help but grin against her shoulder, the vibration of a short "mmm" escaping him. He plants another smooch there for good measure, seeing as she liked the first one so much.

He's moving toward her neck now, kissing her a couple of times along the way. Once he's there, he makes her wait again, goading her with:]

Right here, babydoll?

[He didn't hear her say she wanted him there, after all.]

[birdical]

[She giggles, her tone coy, deep.]

You are cruel to make a lady wait, Scaramouche.

[Cruel in the best way. She draws her finger along the base of his neck, her nails slipping beneath his scarf, scratching teasingly against the ridges and joints in his metal frame; her other hand slides into the center of his back as she tilts her head to one side, giving him plenty of room as she pulls him closer. She leans back at the same time, making herself comfy against the wall of the barrier just in case his kissing game is so good that she feels weak in the knees.

She's not expecting that, of course, but it's best to be prepared.]

[numerouno]

[Her touch doesn't feel to him like his touch feels to her, but it's welcome just the same. Bringing the hand that was curled above her waist up to rest at the base of her head, his fingertips sink into her hair. The other arm winds itself around her lower back.

She might feel the sensation of a synthetic breath from the chuckle he lets out at that. She's on the edge of her seat for him!]

How's that saying go, babe? About 'good things' and 'waiting'?

[At long last, he gets started, pressing a small peck to her neck. Each kiss after that is something else. They gradually become deeper, his impossibly soft lips leisurely caressing her skin, leaving light traces of a cold moisture behind them. He sticks to that languid pace; he isn't in any hurry. Other than the sound of a soft smack here and there, he's silent--for now. He wants to hear what she has to say.

He trails up to the nape of her neck. He gives it his firmest, most demanding kiss so far.]