[He didn't have time to react and his brain could barely comprehend what was going on, but suddenly he was pressed up against Cliff and there were soft lips against his. The shock was long enough that he didn't pull away instantly like he might have. The mistletoe was gone, so why would Cliff - even as a woman - do something like this?
A moment of clarity - memories from before flooding back - and then he pressed his hands against Cliff's shoulders and gently moved him back. Now it was his turn to ask questions.]
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A moment of clarity - memories from before flooding back - and then he pressed his hands against Cliff's shoulders and gently moved him back. Now it was his turn to ask questions.]
What are you doing?