enjoythe_ride | *sigh* Might as well...

Because kissing under the mistletoe is an ancient and festive tradition... and because I feel there can always be more kissing about.

Two ways to play:

Request kisses.
If there's someone you'd like a kiss from, repost the picture above in a comment. Please be considerate--tag the muse's in-character contact post, or an old meme post, something like that. Don't tag a prompt response, a fic, or an RP thread. You may also post the picture to your journal, and mark the entry locked to whomever you want the kiss from.

Offer kisses.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.

When you post, kindly either repost these rules, or link to this post of Shelley's.

Consider this an open offer for kisses to anyone who would like them from me, and utterly and totally meta with no binding on either muse without full consent of both writers involved.

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Yes, please...

She had had a one too many again. She tended to have one too many around him, and while she wasn't exactly opposed to the feeling, it tended to make things messy. Granted, she liked messy, but it was getting messy a bit too often than she was sure she was comfortable with. But that didn't really matter. Much. She just -- usually didn't do this with clients. But that wasn't really what mattered. Or was it?

The alcohol was making her thoughts spin in circles again, and she just leaned back against the door of her place. She didn't remember him offering to take her home, but she was sure that she would in the morning -- barring a hangover of course.

"You know," he murmured, moving closer to her. "I've never actually seen the inside of your place."

"Well there's a very. good. reason for that," she murmured, punctuating some of the words with a light poke to his chest as he got closer. Did she just poke him? She must have had more than she thought.

"Is there really?" The smirk on his face said he was clearly amused. She had already started kicking herself for losing that much control -- she really was starting to get sloppy.

"I don't take clients home with me," she murmured, giving him a look.

"I think we've established that things between us are a bit -- messier -- than your normal client relationships," he murmured, pressing her closer to the door and forcing her to push herself up more.

He hadn't touched her yet, but his presence was enough to get her to try and back up more. His head dipped slightly the closer he got and she leaned in the rest of the way, closing the gap between them with a small kiss. His hand moved to her hip, his thumb circling just above her waistband and she sucked in a breath.

I hate that you do this to me, she sighed to herself as she pulled him in again, her hand fumbling for the doorknob.

ooc -- Oh, Guh. Very, very nice. My boy is far too wicked. lol

OOC: Yes, he is. But that's what makes him so much fun. I'm glad you liked it.

ooc: So true. And very much! I need to get back to tags today after I get done all cleaning house.

OOC: Dean refuses to ask, so he's sending me in as the go between. Lay one on him.

"I believe a thank you is in order," she said as she slid into the passenger side of the Impala, making a face at the fact that she was actually sitting in the car to begin with. Despite her interest in things old and was almost certain to result in the owner's death, she never did understand the interest in older cars. She preferred new and shiny -- with up to code safety regulations.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to thank you for that," Dean said, giving her a look.

"Oh, come on," she said giving him a look. "I got you out of jail. I even got you to your bloody car for Christ's sake."

"Sam and I have gotten out of worse."

"Fine. Just take me to my car and we can forget this ever happened."

"Fine by me," he said, before looking down and starting to pat his pockets to find his keys.

Her eyes widened when she heard footsteps and the beam of a flashlight swinging in their direction. She grabbed Dean by the shoulders, turning his face away from the light and pulling him into a somewhat rushed kiss. She held him in the kiss until she felt the footsteps start to die away, and surprisingly he didn't fight her on it, but when she finally did pull back, he was staring at her in disbelief.

"What the hell was that for?"

She didn't answer at first, looking at the back of the man going past him and realizing that it was no one important, just the attendant at the impound lot. She turned back to him and pat him on the chest lightly.

"Merry Christmas."

"Funny -- that wasn't what I wanted."

"Just drive, will you?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, shaking his head as the car revved to life. "Just -- don't ever do that again."

"Oh, believe me -- I won't."

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