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WHAT Christmas in July
WHERE Every-fucking-where
WHEN Day 141 & 142

[IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. It's . . . well, time doesn't really work well here anyway, but it's been 'a while' since the last 'festive activities' so that's what's happening, right here, right now.

It's still warm enough for shorts and t-shirts, but there's also big fat snowflakes falling from the sunny sky, making piles of it that are pleasantly cool and don't seem to melt. Skating rinks! Palm trees and cacti decorated with pretty sparkly lights! Do we even have those? We do today.

Besides that, you can do whatever you want to, to get into the #mood:

Mistletoe? Mistletoe for kissing, for cuddling, for whatever?
Mysterious gifts with your name on them that turn out to be a long-lost item from your childhood?
Blankets that you get trapped under until someone joins you in there to cuddle?
[insert your fun here]

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[all things considered, she usually is. it gets him a gentle poke in the ribs.

you know.

gentle]

You know the tradition?

[he wrinkles his nose at her, a little flustered at the poke. w-what.]

Um—yeah. There was some . . . a few months back. It helped Mikk and I get together.

[hm]

You needed help?

. . . you have no idea. I was . . . a mess. I once told him I'd rather jump out a window than have an emotional attachment to someone.

Awful dramatic, princess.

[she says that, but there's sympathy behind the flippant remark]

I wasn't in a great headspace.

Don't imagine.

So how's your headspace today?

. . .

[he blinks at her]

I . . . it's been better, but I'm feeling fine. Why?

It seemed like the thing to ask.

Am I acting weird?

Not weird. Distracted, maybe?

Ah. Pretty rude when I have the option of kissing the prettiest girl!

[oh no]

Well. I mean, it's not the first time we've kissed.

And not the last, I hope.

Not unless you want it to be.

But we don't have to do it because a plant told us too.

[stepping closer, reaching up to touch his fingertips against her lips]

Do you really think that's the case?

[look]

I just want to be sure.

I'm incredibly enthused about reaching kissing possibility with Bucky?

Vasya... [Bucky does smile at that.] If you're okay with it.

A kiss it is.

[he shivers a little, expression growing slightly serious as he gives her a slow blink. after a moment, he leans in closer, hand sliding along her jaw as he catches her lips in a soft kiss]

[for as bold as he is abut flirting, Bucky finds Vasily's softness delightful in a way. she steps into the kiss easily, tipping her head down and adding pressure incrementally]

[drapes his arms around her neck, leaning closer. he's a little subdued even now, less energetic than usual, but he seems happy enough, keeping the kiss slow and careful, but gladly letting her deepen it]

[Bucky hums softly against his mouth, keeping things from going too deep while they're out in public.

there's real affection in the kiss when she pulls away]

There it is. One kiss.

. . .

[s-stares at her, cheeks going very pink]

[BUCKY LIKES ME]

[Bucky likes you. Idiot.]

Hey? What's that look for?