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[drawnbythesword]

Who: Asbel (drawnbythesword) and Cheria (healedbythelight)... And anyone in the house who may decide to get involved.
What: Horrible mistletoe shenanigans.
When: Backdated alllll the way to December 24th
Where: House 28
Summary: Chance encounters under the mistletoe are always awkward
Rating: G.

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[drawnbythesword]

[He... can do this. Right. He already did it once, during that fairy tale experiment!

...But that was an experiment. It was easy to do when he wasn't really in complete control. But, now... It was all on him. He had to make the right moves and say the right things...

Asbel takes another step forward. Slowly. Carefully...]

[healedbythelight]

[Careful, now... She can't come on too strong, or she'll seem desperate. This has to be just right. Though, she still can't seem to get herself to look directly at Asbel.

Memories keep flashing through her mind. Memories of being kissed onstage, of getting married in Luceti... And of telling Asbel that the wedding wasn't real.

She'd been behaving like such a fool these past few months, hadn't she?]

[drawnbythesword]

[Why won't she look at him? How are they even supposed to kiss if she won't look at him? Is she upset at him for something?

Just mere inches away from her face, almost close enough for them to touch now, he pauses now.]

...Is something wrong?

[healedbythelight]

E-eh? [That remark finally causes her to look up, directly into Asbel's eyes, causing her blush to deepen even further. He's so close... When did he get so close?]

No, I was just... I...

[drawnbythesword]

Ah...

[He draws back a little, a blush forming on his face as he goes to nervously rub the back of his head.]

...If you don't want to do this... I'll understand, Cheria. [There's some regret, some disappointment in his voice as he says that.]

[healedbythelight]

[Oh no, he's pulling away! No no no, that's bad! Cheria leans forward lightly to match.]

N-no, I do! I mean... It's the rules, so...

[Do you really want to break the mistletoe rules, Asbel? Do you?]

[drawnbythesword]

[She wants to do it because of the rules? That's... somewhat disappointing to hear for Asbel, but she's right... It's the rules, and he doesn't really want to break them. He doesn't even know what might happen if he breaks the rules.]

...Right, yeah. We shouldn't go against the rules.

[healedbythelight]

Right! ... Right, then...

[She keeps her head tilted upwards and closes her eyes, waiting. Her heart is beating like mad and she can feel her cheeks burning. Any second now...]

[drawnbythesword]

[He shouldn't keep her waiting, then... He leans in now, ready to do the deed. ...As ready as he'll ever be, anyway. Just plant your lips on hers, Asbel. It's not that hard... Is it?

Just lean in slowly, and... Kiss.]

[healedbythelight]

[The wait seemed to last forever, but finally Cheria feels something pressing up against her lips. ... This is it! They're kissing! It's very tame- even that time during the play was more of kiss than this, but this time Asbel is willingly kissing her. That makes all the difference in the world.

Cheria isn't going to move. She wants it to last as long as possible, so Asbel will have to be the one to pull away, if anything.]

[drawnbythesword]

[Asbel... is not about to move. Partially because he's expecting her to pull away. He doesn't want to be the one to end it. So if she doesn't want to pull away, then... neither will he.]

[healedbythelight]

[Cheria's eyebrows contract into a bit of a frown once she realizes Asbel isn't pulling away. ... Does that mean... Could it be he wants to deepen the kiss? My, how bold. Then again, this is technically their third kiss. Does that mean it's all right?

She carefully parts her lips, just a little, to see what happens.]

[drawnbythesword]

[What is she doing? Is she trying to tell him to keep going? Well, he's not sure how else he can continue, but... Alright, he'll do his best. He'll go a bit deeper with that kiss now.]

[healedbythelight]

[O-oh... He really is putting a bit more effort into the kiss. That's good. Just the fact that he hadn't immediately pulled away was already a relief, but this...

That mistletoe rule is such a wonderful tradition.]

[drawnbythesword]

[Asbel's really feeling the need to pull away now, though. How hasn't she run out of air yet at this point? Asbel certainly feels like he is. Just need to... persist... a little longer.]

[healedbythelight]

[It's really very easy for Cheria not to run out of air. She's breathing through her nose at a very slow pace. If Asbel wants to pull away, though, she won't object.]

[drawnbythesword]

[Well aren't you just a master of kissing, Cheria. That is something Asbel definitely is not.

Okay, Asbel, you need to stop, or you may very well past out. Slowly, just break away now. Don't let Cheria realize you need to breathe, this is a matter of pride, dammit. Just, slowly, pull away now...]

[healedbythelight]

[Once she realizes he's breaking away, Cheria's eyes open and she takes a nimble step back. She's still blushing furiously and her gaze strays to the floor.]

...

[drawnbythesword]

[Asbel blinks a few times as he catches his breath now, coming to the realization of what transpired. Did that all really happen? Even though he did it himself, completely willingly... It feels like a dream almost.]

[healedbythelight]

[Cheria gets the feeling that she should say something to break the silence. Still, what is there to say? What doesn't have the risk of ruining everything? In the end, all that comes out is:]

A-ah...

[drawnbythesword]

[A slight blush forms on his face as he goes to rub the back of his head.]

Uhh... That was... nice, wasn't it?

1/3

[healedbythelight]

["Nice"? It was "nice"?!]

2/3

[healedbythelight]

[No, no, calm down, Cheria. Nice is a good thing. Nice is still a positive word, even if it's not something she would've chosen herself. This is Asbel she's dealing with, here.]

3/3

[healedbythelight]

[In fact, speaking in Asbel terms, "nice" is quite the compliment. A smile reaches Cheria's lips as she looks up at him.]

... Yes. It was nice.

[drawnbythesword]

[Oh, good, she isn't unhappy. Maybe he didn't mess up here, then.]

Yeah... Nice...

[...Crap, what does he do now? Richard never told him what happens next. A distraction is needed!]

Ah- ...We should probably finish putting away the groceries.