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THE MISTLETOE MEME

It was a quiet moment in the imPort cities, when the next devious plot of an unknown organization was realized. With the holiday season upon all the town, bundles of mistletoe with interference technology hidden in the festive bows and pins holding them together was distributed throughout the town and into all the residences of the imPorts.

The interference technology creates a stasis field keeping imPorts trapped underneath it, protecting the mistletoe itself with a small barrier. However, it only seems able to hold two people at a time, and and the reaction of the nanites to sudden changes in chemistry brought on by embracing or kissing brings the stasis field crashing down, leaving the mistletoe vulnerable to destruction at that time.

It's up to you, imPorts, to break free of these mistletoe traps and destroy all the mistletoe in the cities!

Comment to the meme with your character(s). Specify if your character is open to kisses, hugs, or both!

Comment around to other characters, getting trapped in the mistletoe's radius! Or hunting the mistletoe down. Either way, bring on the hugs and/or kisses!

Have some light, silly, holiday fun!

meme text lovingly stolen from

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"I just felt like hugging you, apparently." This had to be the most awkward hug ever, and yet it felt nice. She didn't really want to pull away from the embrace, but pulled her head back at the very least.

She's still holding on. Which is... Well, it's nice. And Jesse shifts slowly from accepting her embrace to returning it, his hands coming to rest tentatively against her hips.

"...This ain't a trap, is it? Don't hit me."

His hands are on her hips and she's not stopping him. Why the hell isn't she stopping him? Why the hell was her face so close to his?

"It's some sort of trap, but I'm not the one doing it." Yes, she's blaming him, even though it was clearly not his fault either.

"I don't know what I'm doing." ~~Besides not so subtly staring at his lips.~~

"Hey, it ain't my fault, either."

She's staring at his lips. Not remotely subtle. But Jesse's more of a gentleman than to take advantage, for as long as he can help it. He leans in, nudging his forehead against hers. He won't kiss her first. He won't reject her, either.

"Tell me to stop before you regret something."

Swallowing thickly when his forehead presses against her own, Skye only responds by closing her eyes for a moment as she struggles to stop this from happening. Instead her body betrays her as she starts to close any remaining distance.

"I can't." Is all she managed to say before her lips came in contact with his.

That's hardly permission. But she kisses him and he can't resist for another moment, his lips parting to accept hers. Soft and sweet and reluctant. He dreams about kissing her again every single day and his heart soars at even this ambiguous contact. But she doesn't really want it. Not really. And he doesn't know how to feel about that except selfishly happy because it's happening anyway.

"Sorry," he whispers against her mouth.

Skye doesn't feel the same way he does about this kiss, but she can't exactly stop herself either.

"I would stop if I could." Skye admitted breathlessly as she moved her arms to wrap them around the back of his neck, pulling herself closer to him before her lips are in full contact with his again.

Is she just saying that to save face, or does she mean it? Because the kiss itself feels real, her arms trapping him there so that he has little choice but to return it. Not that he wants to break away. Honestly, she can do whatever she wants to him and he'll enjoy it.

His conscience is eating at him, though. His hands slip away from her hips, drifting to cup her face, and he draws back an inch to catch his breath and to grant her another moment of freedom. "I'm sorry," he says again. "I'm trying."

Nose bumping against his when he pulled back, her eyes were barely open when he apologized once again.

Swallowing thickly, Skye gnawed on her lower lip as she fought to stop herself. This time she isn't sure if she actually only liked the kiss due to whatever the hell was happening, or if she was actually enjoying it regardless.

"Well we're both shit at this whole stopping thing. Although I guess this is progress." Skye replied with a bit of fake enthusiasm.

What if she was somehow gaining some sort of memory of this place, of him? Which is why she can't exactly stop how she's reacting right now.

His thumbs stroke her skin, running slowly along her cheeks as he hovers near her lips and fights to keep from catching them again. A fight he's losing, as he moves by millimeters to drift closer and closer.

"You hate me," he reminds her, as if the problem here is that she's simply forgotten. Maybe remembering that will break the spell. "You called me a psycho. You think I'm an evil scumbag. You can't stand the sight of me. You wanted to forget me."

"This isn't right." Skye whispered, pulling her head back. If he wanted her to snap out of it, he got his wish.

Hovering close to him for another minute, Skye finally manages to worm her way out of their closeness.

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