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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]

[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?

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[healedbythelight]

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

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[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.]

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[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.

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[healedbythelight]

...

[healedbythelight]

Yes, you're... You're right.

[Asbel will be Asbel, but as long as he agrees that it was nice, there's no problem, right?]

[drawnbythesword]

[Sorry Richard. At least he made it this far with her.

But with, he heads back into the kitchen to finish the job they had started.]