Kissmass in the castle (backdated to Christmas day)

[well_assembled]

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?

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[samson]

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."

[well_assembled]

She laughed, and it felt really good to honestly do it. "No, I'm not jealous, doesn't go with the job description and I think she'd have seniority over me anyway."

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.

[samson]

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.

[well_assembled]

"So this isn't an isolated thing, guess I don't need to feel apprehensive about it then." It made sense, if it was everywhere then it wasn't so much of an issue really, they could all just have a laugh after.

"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?

[samson]

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.