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Miracle on Luceti Street.

Who: Everybody! (Mostly.)
What: IT'S CHRISTMAS OR SOMETHING.
When: The 19th through the 25th. Feel free to backdate and forwarddate and everydate as you please.
Where: All over the village!
Summary: It's a wintertime jamboree. Go ice skating. Hand out gifts to those you love. (Or want to prank, as the case may be.) Deal with meddling, creepy elves. Kiss a lot of people. It'll be good. Except for the parts where it'll be awkward. But that's what we're here for, isn't it?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R, I imagine. If you need to play out sexytimes, please either fade to black and take it elsewhere or CLEARLY mark the thread in the subject line. (The former is preferable, but not strictly necessary.)

This is your event catch-all log! Sorry it's a bit late in going up. All you really need to do is mention in your subject line what date(s) it is, so folks know if they're dealing with mistletoe or not. Feel free to set up multiple scenarios, of course. Also, as always, tag your characters!

Here is your event info, and feel free to continue asking questions there if necessary. Now go and make merry!

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It didn't even occur to Rogue to wonder if that kiss broke what held them there. She was too caught up in what she was feeling to think to check. She received that kiss as comfort, and felt it as a pulse of attraction that ran through where his lips had touched all the way down her spine.

Closing her eyes, she exhaled quietly, "I know."

Rogue didn't seek to grab her hand away, and she rallied strength to do what had to be done, to focus in the moment and think past her pounding heart. "Your shield's up?"

Loki had wondered if it would, actually. That didn't seem to be the case, however. Part of him wasn't terribly sorry to find that out.

"Yes," he said.

One hand still holding hers, he reached up with the other, pausing before he actually touched her cheek, one eyebrow quirking up slightly.

Rogue looked back up at him. He was so much closer now, and looking at her in question, and he could touch her. Against her will, she leaned towards him, wanting that contact so much. She'd promised herself this wouldn't happen again.

"Okay," she said, giving him permission.

But she hadn't hung the mistletoe there. She hadn't made these rules. If they were going to have to trod all over the lines she'd carefully put down to keep this from going too far, acting on their mutual attraction to the point where it could get even more complicated, then they might as well let it be something real. Rogue was feeling too fragile and shaken, too hurt and too drawn to him to make this kiss something dispassionate. She just didn't have it in her to freeze both of them out, not when she needed the comfort, not when she wanted him so much.

So she might as well let him touch her cheek. And she might as well bring up her other hand up to lightly touch his waist.

With that permission, he rested his hand on her cheek, thumb stroking lightly. He offered her a small smile as well, as if to say, this isn't so terrible, is it?

Rogue shuddered, trembled really, at that touch. She exhaled, attempted to bring herself under control. But she couldn't help leaning into his caress and had to stifle a small sound.

She'd forgotten what this was like.

Sure, she'd been haunted by the memory, and no, his touch was not the last she'd experienced, but no amount of echo could replace reality.

Her eyes fluttered closed.

His breath caught lightly in his throat. He'd needed this reminder, perhaps, to see her so effected. His efforts weren't in vain.

The long game, he reminded himself. Always the long game.

He leaned forward slowly, giving her ample time to trace that movement so she wouldn't be startled. Rather than bring their lips together, he pressed a kiss against her temple, tender and almost unbelievably gentle coming from someone like him.

It did not count, if she was forced to come to him. It wasn't real, then. He knew precisely what he wanted, and being forced together for the entertainment of someone else was not it.

He felt the force holding them in place recede at that kiss. Loki moved back slightly, still keeping them close - in this, he would indulge himself, as long as he could, damn them anyway. He smiled, thumb caressing her cheek again. "There. You can get away now if you want," he murmured.

He had little doubt she would, but he could hope. He waited to see what she would do, a full measure of desire and affection visible in his eyes. There could be no mistaking that any of this was a gesture purely of friendship.

Rogue let out a soft sigh at his kiss, feeling the heat from it all the way down to her toes. It was unexpected and tender and it melted some of her heart. She'd thought he'd kiss her on the lips. But he hadn't. He wouldn't take, she realized, not like this.

Her eyes opened and she met his gaze to see what was written there. Oh my...

Rogue swallowed hard. Her light touch against his waist pulsed once and her lips parted slightly. "I--"

She should. She should step away. There was no doubt in her mind that stepping away would be the best thing to do.

But all Rogue wanted to do was step closer. "--just a minute, okay?" Closing her eyes again, she leaned more fully into his touch and swayed closer. "Just a minute."

"All right," Loki said. He rested his forehead lightly against hers, eyes half closed. One little movement of his thumb across her knuckles and he let go of her hand, slipping that arm lightly to her waist, much the same way she had him. He smiled crookedly. "As many minutes as you like."

It was a mistake. It was a mistake, because each caress of his thumb against her cheek was a drugging, intoxicating sensation. It only made her want more.

But at the same time, the contact had a steadying affect. That was what she had to hold on to, not any internal cry for more.

After an incalculable amount of time, Rogue took another breath and dropped her hand. "Thank you," she said.

And Rogue opened her eyes, but she didn't step away.

"You are most welcome," he murmured. She didn't step away, so he didn't let go, enjoying this little bit of closeness for all that it was.

Rogue took a long, shuddering breath. It shouldn't be so hard to step away, but it was. Rogue, however, was used to doing really hard things. Carefully, slowly, she took a half-step back.

She couldn't quite look at him as she did, because she was afraid that if she did, she'd move forward instead of backwards.

He didn't try to hold on to her, though he didn't quite let go yet; not restraining, but still maintaining light contact. He hesitated a moment, then quietly said, "Please look at me, Rogue."

Her looking away made him think that she was upset, or perhaps shamed, and he didn't like either of those thoughts. If she wanted to talk away, so be it, and he would let go. He was playing the long game, after all. But he would like if she went away feeling better rather than worse.

Though perhaps that was a more impossible task.

Startled by his request, Rogue did look at him, her eyes wide and searching. "Yes?"

Had she done something wrong again? She hadn't wanted to make this something horrible; she knew she should have pulled back straight away. She just wanted... she'd just so badly wanted another moment of contact, for her to have just a little more time.

She was aware of his touch on her waist, and her heart beat quickly, but she didn't shake him off, didn't step away.

Loki gave her a smile warm with promise. "It is all right."

Then a brief flash of a grin. "Though I suppose one of us had better go now, since I really would like to kiss you properly."

Something warm kindled in her eyes at that - something hot.

Oh, yes, please.

She was almost selfish enough to lean forward and let him. Chalk it up to the mistletoe and her horrible, no good, really bad day.

"Temptin'," she managed on a laugh, a husky note in her voice. "But all in all, a bad idea."

Smiling lightly, Rogue managed to take another half-step back.

A little disappointing, a little saddening, but he also saw that look in her eyes and read it well. He chuckled. "I think it's a rather good idea, myself. But as the lady likes."

He gave her a courtly bow, keeping eye contact all the while, and thinking quite fiercely what he'd like to do if he hadn't drawn such sharp lines for himself. Then he turned to go.

...well. She was certainly able to pick up on some of what he was thinking. And a rather good idea sounded like it would be a rather good time, all told. For as long as it lasted, anyway. She tried very hard to remind herself of that. It would be a very good time for as long as it lasted, but then she'd have to look at herself in the mirror.

Which sounded like a very poor excuse in the light of the promise she read in his eyes.

Oooh boy. Rogue, you are in so much trouble. Mmhmm.

"Get home safe," she said, also turning away.

"And you as well, Rogue." Rather than prolong it more, he simply teleported away.

He would be thinking of this moment rather fondly.

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