etcelsior | the ic mistletoe meme

They were at some sort of party for this Christmas thing. Finn wasn't too clear on the details but he resolved to find out more when he got a minute. Turned out, getting a minute during Christmas was laughable at best. At least the hustle had been fun so far, though.

"Hey, man." Finn stopped beside Poe with two flutes of some sort of sparkly drink, handing one over with a little smile. "Liking the party so far?"

Yes, he noticed the mistletoe above their heads. No, he had no idea what it was or represented. It was everywhere these days. Decoration? He figured he'd find out eventually...

“Always do,” he admitted happily, taking the drink. “Christmas parties have the best traditions of any Earth festival on the planet.”

He smirked and pointed above them. “For example - you know what this is?”

Finn looked up, already knowing he'd see the little green sprig with red berries. Ah, finally, information.

"No, but they're everywhere." He looked back to Poe, taking a quick sip of his drink. "What are they? I thought it was just symbolic for something."

“Mistletoe. It’s a tradition, sort of, or maybe a game. I have absolutely no idea where it comes from or how it started, but it’s definitely my favourite.”

His eyes twinkled at little bit as he took another sip of his drink.

“Do you want me to show you what you’re supposed to do when you find yourself under it with someone else?”

Oh, so they're supposed to do something now. And Poe looked entirely too amused about this.

He gave back a smirk, happily curious and totally oblivious. "Yeah, show me."

Poe took another sip before plucking Finn’s drink from his hand, and setting both glasses aside on the counter, as if he was about to show Finn something like a dance or another full bodied activity.

Instead, and without a trace of shame or hesitation, he looped an arm around Finn’s back, dipped him backwards, and kissed him like he thought he was in a movie from the 1940’s.

Well, he hadn't expected that. Finn's hands scrambled at Poe for maybe two solid seconds before he realized that he was both okay and being kissed.

So his hands gripped at Poe's shoulders as his eyes fell shut, kissing back a little on autopilot and enjoying it.

He didn’t linger too long - mostly because he’d gone for something flashy but also difficult to hold up, so after a few seconds he pulled Finn back up to his feet and broke off the kiss, leaning back to grin at him, smug as a bug on a rug.

“Not a bad tradition. right?”

Finn stumbled a little, steadying himself to rights while processing this.

"No, I really like this tradition," he heard himself say then shook at of his stupor. "I mean, yeah. This- It's a good tradition, yeah."

He glanced up... "So... if we're still under it-..." Was it a one-off or-...

Poe similarly glanced up, pretending to consider the question on a deep, theoretical level.

“Well, the rule is, if you meet someone under the mistletoe, you kiss them. I don’t think it said anything about a limit.”

Finn furrowed his brow at the mistletoe and these rules. But- Hmm.

"Wait, so... you kissed me, right? So now I need to kiss you. That how it works?"

He stepped a little closer, hoping for permission of some sort. Not that he was worried he wouldn't get it.

“I think that’s certainly a valid interpretation,” he said with a lopsided grin, eyes falling back to Finn.

“After all, I’m still standing under it, aren’t I?”

"You are," he agreed before grabbing Poe by the lapel and pulling them together in a kiss he was actually prepared for this time.

It was deeper than before, better, and though he didn't intend to stay long, Finn was lingering.

Poe had been pretty safe, throughout this endeavour. All in the spirit of the holiday, right? Nothing too intentional.

But then Finn was deepening the kiss and not pulling away, and though Poe had the very briefest thought that maybe he should pull back, he pressed forward instead, looping his arm back around Finn’s spine and tilting his head as he encouraged the kiss deeper.

Well, that sealed it then. Finn pressed their bodies together, a little grunt of pleasure escaping him.

He hadn't even considered that the first kiss wasn't packed with meaning and intent. Maybe he needed a PowerPoint slide show of how mistletoe worked.

Poe probably needed a PowerPoint on the word ‘intentional’ and another on how ‘making out with someone you were still in love with really can’t be considered platonic’ but he would probably be too dumb to actually click through the whole presentation anyway.

That little grunt made his heart beat a little too fast. He only broke the kiss when he was forced to come up for air, his face a little flushed and his breathing hard.

“Well, see, now you’re definitely getting the idea...”

Finn was definitely panting, still staring down at Poe's lips. He licked his own.

"So we kissed each other. But you were saying something about a limit?" About there not being one?

“Well, we’re both still under the mistletoe,” Poe pointed out, logically. “And we’re both still under it together, which means we’re still meeting under it...”

In other words, he saw literally no reason why he shouldn’t press close again and take another kiss.

"That's true. All true." Finn glanced up at the mistletoe, intending to make a show of it, but his eyes couldn't leave Poe for long.

He looked back down to him, down to his lips. "I think it's your turn again."

"Ah, well, I could hardly be found to be slacking in my duty," Poe chuckled, putting a hand on Finn's chest and gently pressing him up against the archway of the door.

Successfully pinned, Poe leaned in to steal another kiss, and there was no mistaking the intent on either side, for this one. He deepened it easily, pressing his body close as he drank Finn in.

Utterly forgetting about whatever game they were playing, Finn returned the kiss with a deep sigh and a hard press back into Poe. His arms went around his waist, trying to pull him closer before one started to move up Poe's shoulders to hold the back of his neck.

It was slow and warm, and Finn was starting to think that the mistletoe actually had nothing to do with kissing at all. As if he cared right now.

It was all too easy to forget where they were and what they were doing, and Poe only broke the kiss when his lungs started screaming for air - barely pulling back more than a couple of millimetres as he sucked in a breath.

"... Ah..." He said, sounding incredibly intelligent. He knew he should say something, right about now, but mostly all he could think about was how he'd really like to drag Finn somewhere private and make out for a while.

"... Your turn," is what he managed to say instead.

Right. His turn. Right. Of course.

Finn licked his bottom lip, still tasting Poe, and allowed himself to spare a second and think about how he was going to approach this. He quickly decided that he didn't care about anything flashy or telling anymore. He just wanted to kiss him.

So Finn pulled him back in from behind the neck and took another deep kiss. No real finesse or anything involved. Didn't really need it at this point, he figured.

the ic mistletoe meme

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Lol yeah he’ll auto this pilot if you know what I mean

Re: Lol yeah he’ll auto this pilot if you know what I mean

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