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The Black Widow : Natasha Romanoff ([personal profile] well_assembled) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-12-26 09:40 pm
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Kissmass in the castle (backdated to Christmas day)

Who: Natasha and you..every last one of you!
What: Kissmas comes this time each year, pucker up!
When: 12/25 alll day
Where: he Castle, no matter how much she tries to get away. Mostly around her room, the kitchen and the lobby.
Rating: How steamy can you make it? No, really... I dare ya.



After her run in with Church Nat was doing everything in her power to make sure she didn't get caught up another mistletoe induced kissing fervor. Sure it had been fun and all but the guilt after was unexpected. Why should she feel guilty? It was the castle, the mistletoe, neither of them had set out to do it but it happened anyway.

At least she could try to get out without it happening again. So she had thought and then she'd run into Meg in the upper halls. That had lead to more festive lip locking.

So now she was trying to use her 'unique skill set' to avoid other residents until she could get safely back to the tower. She'd be ok there, the castle couldn't send it's holiday hooligans out that far...right?

samson: (RIP Adrienne)

ignore this if it's too late!! super sorry

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-10 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Brock had been through too many of the castle's kissing shenanigans to count. (It was more like five, actually.) So many, in fact, that he's basically stopped caring about it. At first, it was embarrassing -- then it was annoying. And now it's just more like something mildly irritating that you have to go through every year, like the way people forget how to drive during the first snowfall of winter.

He's definitely taking advantage of it, though. Not in a creepy way, but -- the more people freaked out about it, the more they tended to hole up in their rooms. Which meant the streets were largely empty except for the natives, who routinely ignored him anyway. So he's got his dog off leash, a massive white thing that gets distracted by everything in sight, and is just taking a leisurely walk through the city. He needed to get away from his wife for a bit, anyway. Because seriously, who even gives goats to people for Christmas presents... maybe it's a Russian thing...
samson: (oh shit)

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-17 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, nobody thought to give Brock's dog the memo about the accosting-free life Natasha was hoping for.

Brock is a little ways down the street, so he doesn't quite notice that his dog is running amok over there until he's closer. At which point he swears loudly and rushes over. "Hey! Knock it off, you --"

Luckily, the dog listens and hops down. Unluckily, it doesn't really seem to notice what the big deal is, and trots happily over to Brock.

"Shit, I'm sorry about that. He's usually not that annoying," he says, shooting the dog a glare like it knows what he's saying.
samson: (/smolder)

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-26 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
He's about to say that the dog isn't actually his, that he's just watching it for a friend -- but the friend in question has been gone from the castle for over a year at this point, so. It's basically his dog. Great.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Molotov," he says a little absently, leaning down to clip the leash -- which he had, but just wasn't using... joke's on him for thinking the dog was well-behaved -- to the dog's collar. But, oh, 'other Russian' is what she said, so --

"Natasha. Right? Been awhile."

It really doesn't help that redheads are pretty much his number one weakness, so he can't help it when his mouth curves up a bit. "I hope you're not jealous or anything. Swear, the castle's big enough for the two of you."
samson: (smile oh no!!)

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-27 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Molotov would probably kill him for it, but flirting doesn't really bother Brock. In fact, he kind of enjoys it -- encourages it sometimes, even. He's too terrified of his wife to even contemplate acting on anything, but words are pretty damn harmless, as far as he was concerned.

"I've done the 'multiple me' thing before," he said easily, then clarified (perhaps not very helpfully) with: "Time travel. Really stupid. But it wasn't as bad as you'd think."

Down at their feet, his dog looks up and whines quietly, probably because he really wanted that snack.

Brock snorts, maybe in response to the dog, but more likely in response to the mistletoe. "Nah, I'm pretty much a pro at this. I've been here so long that I don't even care anymore. It, uh... pretty much extends everywhere, too; I've heard of people getting smooched out in the Dead Zone..."

He's distracted. For some reason he can't really think of much else but kissing Natasha, and he almost doesn't even want to look up for the mistletoe that is inevitably hanging above them right now. Gimmicky castle bullshit.
samson: (save it mol)

[personal profile] samson 2014-02-07 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
That was sort of Brock's philosophy about the whole thing. It got annoying when the castle made him kiss dudes or, like... crazy women, but. For the most part it was at least relatively pleasurable.

"Well, when you put it that way," he said with a small grin, eying her as she moved closer.

Brock slid his hand around Natasha's waist and bent down to press his mouth to hers. At least the magic buzzing in his head subsided to a more tolerable level once he actually went for it. And of course... there are worse people he could be kissing.