[ MISTLETOE ]

[selfkismesis]

who ; YOU
what ; MISTLETOE
where ; All over Sacrosanct. Due to the wonderful evolved ability of producing spores, Singlings who have ventured too close to the kissing plant may find themselves in romantic entanglements later on in the day, even once escaped from plant itself. Neither organics or inorganics are safe.
when ; Next week or so.
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[nobodysfetch]

May is cheerfully bouncing around various districts under the pretense of getting presents for her friends - in reality, she's kind of taking the excuse to run around in the snow, look at the pretty decorations, and duck into the occasional cafe for something warm to drink whenever she starts to not be able to feel her fingers and toes anymore.

She may also be plotting to decorate the apartment whether Toby likes it or not when she gets home, which might explain why she has two or ten sprigs of mistletoe tucked into her bags. There is no such thing as going overboard when it comes to holiday decorations.

[notthatbuffy]

Buffy has been out getting hold of Christmas decorations (or the closest approximations of such that she could find) as well - after all, she and May are going to make the apartment look awesome! She also made one of those little sprigs of mistletoe into a hairclip because FESTIVE!

There are so many spores involved between the two of them that she doesn't even manage to get a "hi" out when she sees May. She trots up, fully planning to just chat, and instead kisses May. Passionately.

...Merry Christmas?

[nobodysfetch]

May squeaks in surprise, drops her bags (no doubt sending another cloud of spores into the air), and rocks forward a little, hands settling on Buffy's hips.

Hello, Buffy, May missed you too. In the... couple hours she was out? Whatever. She's got no issues with the kissing. Or the fact that there's tongue or... yeah.

[notthatbuffy]

Man, sometimes Buffy rues being short. She's up on her tiptoes, putting her hands on May's shoulders to both keep from falling over and to help keep the angle comfortable so she can keep doing this oh man this is wonderful.

She doesn't ever ever want to stop. Wow. Who knew that May was such a good kisser?

"Merry Christmas," she murmurs kind of huskily against May's lips.

[nobodysfetch]

May is more than okay with leaning down a little to help ease the height difference a little. It's not something she's ever had to deal with before, but hey, she's adaptable.

She laughs softly against Buffy's lips, and gives her another long, slow kiss before answering. "Christmas isn't for another few days," she points out. Does she mind? No, not really. Her head's spinning pleasantly, her lips tingling, and she can't quite seem to catch her breath, and she doesn't mind any of that either.

[notthatbuffy]

"Early present, then."

Man, she's had some random kissing side adventures today, but this... this is the one she's beyond a shadow of a doubt enjoying and doesn't want to stop. Not a single part of her.

May even tastes faintly like burnt sugar. Buffy kisses her again, deep and slow and delicious, trying to pick up every little subtlety of that taste.

[nobodysfetch]

"I'll take it," May answers, with a little happy sound that's almost a purr as Buffy kisses her again.

The fingers of one hand tighten around Buffy's hip, while the other traces up her side lightly, over her shirt. She's not really thinking, except about how nice this is, and how she'd really like to keep doing it.

Absently, she murmurs something into Buffy's mouth, and her glamour drops in a burst of cotton candy and ashes, human face replaced by sharper fae features and pointed ears and eyes a shade of gray no human ever possessed, like San Francisco fog. It feels better doing this while she's wearing her own face, more right somehow.

[notthatbuffy]

The combination of May's hands, the smell of her magic, and the strangely attractive (to Buffy, anyway) fae features is enough to make Buffy lose a little of her "I am badass and in charge in the bedroom" sort of air. She just makes a whimpering sort of noise in the back of her throat and presses closer to May.

It's probably a good thing Toby's out avoiding the decorating committee at the moment.

"Beautiful," Buffy murmurs absently, reaching up to lightly brush her fingertips along the point of May's ear and fuck this is wonderful and perfect and if it never stops, she will be happy.

...Really, the spores don't have much to do with this outside of getting her started with the kissing.

[nobodysfetch]

That whimper makes something flutter pleasantly in May's chest. She nibbles Buffy's lower lip and grins against her mouth as she answers cheerfully, "Yeah, you are."

She takes a step forward, guiding Buffy toward the couch. There's still tinsel and wrapping paper and a couple coats piled there, but it's empty of anything breakable or pokey - except for Spike, who sees them coming, decides he doesn't want to be sat on, and prudently flees for Toby's bedroom.

[notthatbuffy]

May, you make Buffy turn into a puddle. SOMEONE GET A BUCKET, BUFFY NEEDS MOPPED UP-- oh, wait, no, that's kind of perverse. To her little brotherish friend thing, anyway.

Still, Buffy lets herself be backed up to the couch, and tugs May down with her as she settles on the coats and the tinsel

"Come here," she growls playfully.

[nobodysfetch]

May squeaks and giggles, losing her balance and half-toppling onto Buffy, though she manages to catch herself before actually dropping her weight on her.

"Yes ma'am. I'd salute, but I don't think I could do it without falling on you." She does twist a little so she's lying beside Buffy rather than on top of her, one leg hooked around Buffy's hip so May won't roll backwards off the couch. That done, she nuzzles Buffy's nose lightly with her own, and then kisses her again with a soft noise of simple pleasure in the back of her throat.

[notthatbuffy]

Buffy giggles, too, settling into the back of the couch to give May as much room as possible - there's something that is pure comfort and excitement about having May's leg hooked over her hip like that, and it just...

Well, all of this is making her ridiculously happy.

This is, of course, when Toby decides to come home. Not that Buffy notices her at first, until a very pointed sigh comes from the doorway.

"If you guys are going to mess around," Toby says wearily, "could you at least not do it on the couch? Where I sit?"

[nobodysfetch]

May flails in surprise, twists around to look at Toby, and ends up rolling off the couch in the process. "Ow!" she yelps as she hits the floor, and then quickly scrambles to her feet, flushing a little.

"Sorry! We were just... um. Never mind. Sorry." Awkward pause. "Buffy, d'you wanna..."

She nods a little to the door to her bedroom. If nothing else, she's going to need to go hide in there until she stops blushing.