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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?
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?
ignore this if it's too late!! super sorry
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...
no worries!
She'd also thought getting out of the castle would mean she was safe, sadly that was not the case, but at least the town had less of it. She was taking the time to check out the cafe and enjoy a hot tea and sandwich somewhere she felt least likely to accost someone.
Seemed the city had no intention of allowing her the same freedom as a large, fluffy white beast jumped up on her street side table, all paws and fur and snapped up half of her meal. "Hey!"
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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.
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"Brock, right? You're married to the other red headed Russian who dresses in black and is linked to wet works." There had been an amusing joke over that when she first arrived. Well she could see why that other woman was attracted to him, sheer physical aspects made him an excellent choice.
Not that she was looking or anything.
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"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."
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But he remembered her so that was something, he'd been a good man in his way. A good drinking companion when she'd needed it but they'd never really stayed in contact which was sort of a shame. She hadn't stayed in contact with many people because they all seemed to vanish when she did.
"I'm not sure the castle would be big enough for two of you though, and that is a damned shame." Again, Mol had seniority and vows to back it. While it wasn't unusual for Natasha to be upfront about attraction that little joke hadn't been something she'd quite worked out she'd say until the words came out of her mouth. Her smile quirked a bit and she looked around them with that uncanny feeling something was not entirely right.
"Escaping the mistletoe? I heard the city was safe." Except..it's not.
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"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.
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"I guess the best thing to do is just to do it and get it over with then." She shrugged and closed the distance now that they'd established it was no big deal. They could just kiss and be done with it and life would return to what passed for normal here.
But... that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it, right?
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"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.