Mistletoe Meme!
Dec. 13th, 2007 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyoftime
Because kissing under the mistletoe is an ancient and festive tradition... and because I feel there can always be more kissing about.
Two ways to play:
Request kisses.
If there's someone you'd like a kiss from, repost the picture above in a comment. Please be considerate--tag the muse's in-character contact post, or an old meme post, something like that. Don't tag a prompt response, a fic, or an RP thread. You may also post the picture to your journal, and mark the entry locked to whomever you want the kiss from.
Offer kisses.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.
Th has asked me to point out that kisses are entirely meta and not binding on either muse without the full consent of both writers involved. Because that's just the sort of thing she'd insist upon before ever kissing anyone, ever, fate help the woman.
When you post, kindly either repost these rules, or link to this post.
I can't promise anything good, but I can try.
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Date: 2007-12-14 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 03:58 am (UTC)Jack glanced up from the paperwork forming a pile on his desk. “Who-“
“Martha I could call a coincidence,” she interrupted him easily. “And Diane was with you before I even met her. But Ace and Donna and Grace and Harry, Jack? And now you’ve started contacting Luke and Sarah Jane, too. I’m starting to wonder if I’ve a stalker in Torchwood.” She raised her eyebrows significantly.
“Doctor,” he said finally. “I’m liking the new look.”
Her lips twitched upward in acknowledgement of the compliment as she stepped forward from the doorway, closed the distance between them. “If you wanted to come back, you could’ve just said,” she admonished, leaning in for a kiss. His lips were warm, so much warmer than hers; the sensory shock was one of the things she liked most about kissing humans.
That, and they did the most fantastic things with their tongues.
“Shall we take this to the TARDIS?” she murmured against his lips.
It really was good to have him back on board.
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Date: 2007-12-14 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 04:31 am (UTC)“Run!” Sarah Jane said, reaching for her hand. It was almost surreal, the Doctor thought, but she grabbed her former companion’s hand fast enough, and her feet started running almost of their own accord.
“It’s a Santalacean!” the Doctor realised as they ran for their lives. “Must be!” She hazarded a glance backwards. “I’d forgotten they were so big!”
They ducked behind a corner for a breather. The Santalacean was a good several metres behind them, its green leaves quivering with rage. “How do you get rid of them?” Sarah Jane asked.
“You don’t!” She reconsidered. “Well, there is a way, according to legend. Completely barmy, though, it’d never work-“
Impatiently, “What is it, Doctor?”
“You kiss in front of it. They can’t stand the sight of two people kissing. They have this thing, Santalaceans teleport by will, and when they see two people kissing they teleport a few thousand miles away so they don’t have to see it anymore.”
The Santalacean lumbered around the corner. It was amazing, the Doctor noted, how much it resembled- well, resembled-
“It’s mistletoe!” Sarah Jane cried out, half bewildered.
Quick, before the Santalacean could get its leaves on them, the Doctor pressed her lips against Sarah Jane’s. It was a bit frantic at first, more of a desperate attempt to save their lives than a proper kiss, but she fell into it soon, her tongue slipping out to part Sarah Jane’s lips, hands positioning themselves low on Sarah’s waist to pull her close.
“Doctor,” Sarah Jane tried to say, and the Doctor pulled herself off long enough to let her companion speak. “Is the Santalacean gone?”
“Santalacean?” the Doctor repeated blankly.
“The mistletoe alien!”
Really, she didn’t know where Sarah Jane got these things.
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Date: 2007-12-15 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-16 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-16 03:12 am (UTC)Unless you're talking about your age.
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Date: 2007-12-17 08:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-17 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-17 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-17 08:46 pm (UTC)You have plenty of planets to choose the year's length from.
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Date: 2007-12-17 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-17 09:35 pm (UTC)And I'm sure the TARDIS would give you a party any time you chose.
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Date: 2007-12-17 09:50 pm (UTC)Well, yes, probably. But I didn't plan that party!
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Date: 2007-12-17 11:48 pm (UTC)Fair enough. Happy belated birthday.
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Date: 2007-12-18 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-18 12:55 am (UTC)Cake would be lovely, thanks.
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Date: 2007-12-16 12:05 am (UTC)You realise this is the heigh of narciss -Doctor! :D
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Date: 2007-12-18 12:19 am (UTC)Reflectively, “I can’t help but wonder why the TARDIS has taken to throwing parties without my knowledge.”
“Perhaps she thinks you should be involved in more parties.”
The Doctor spun and faced herself. Her Fifth, to be precise. He’d exchanged his celery for a sprig of holly, and she had to admit it looked rather nice and Christmassy. “Or the old girl just likes dressing up. I hope it’s not because she thinks I’m getting lonely. That would be just a bit pathetic.”
“Oh, I doubt that. We’re anything but pathetic.”
She nodded rather cheerfully. “True, true. Oh, look! She’s even set out the little Santa cookies! Want one?”
“Ah, no, thank you. Doctor-“
“Are you sure? They’re’s not just sugar cookies, there’s cinnamon and chocolate and- Banana! Banana cookies!”
“Doctor-“
“And there’s smoothies! Egg nog smoothies! Didn’t even know she had a recipe for these.”
“Doctor.”
She snapped to attention. Her self pointed upwards. “Don’t look now,” he said, “but I think we’re being followed.” A sprig of mistletoe hung from the ceiling over their heads.
The Doctors took a step to the right, and the sprig followed. To the left, and it managed to still remain directly above them.
“Ah,” she said. “I suppose-“
“Well, it’s probably the only way-“
Before they could think of anything else to say, the Doctor closed the distance between them and kissed herself. His lips parted, possibly from surprise, and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth, savour the taste of tea and youth and days long past. And scent- the light, almost indiscernible sugary smell of celery, and Time. He hesitantly raised a hand to lightly stroke her hair, and she let a hand fall to his waist.
A voice cut through the silence, loud and cheerful, its owner still too far away to see them. “Hello! Am I early? If I am, I can just pop back into my TARDIS, be back in a jiffy- well, a jiffy for me.”
The two Doctors parted reluctantly, taking a moment to straighten themselves out before the Doctor in the blue suit and a large Santa hat could clear the Christmas tree by the door.
“Happy Christmas,” the Doctor said, pressing one of the Santa cookies into her self’s hand.
“Happy Christmas.”
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Date: 2007-12-18 10:19 pm (UTC)Doctor.