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[turnonmycharm]

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]
  

Comments

[dranksforthememories]

Smart boy.

[draping her arms around his shoulders again]

[aintrunning]

Did go to college.

[just doing some chill dancing, letting the moment breathe]

[dranksforthememories]

[chill dancing is really the best way to let her wind down from being ready to kick his ass, anyway]

[aintrunning]

[after awhile, casually going to lower his head and give her a small kiss]

[dranksforthememories]

[oh IS he now. sigh. after that "why so serious" stuff he doesn't deserve kisses, but Valkyrie certainly deserves his mouth to be put to better use than talking, and she already sort of let the moment to toss him out a window for this offense slide. so her eyebrows go up, but she allows the kiss, for now, tilting her face up.]

[aintrunning]

[lasts for the briefest moment and going back to dancing]

[dranksforthememories]

[pfff bursts out laughing, planting both hands on his chest and shoving him back, playful rather than combative]

What the hell was that??

[aintrunning]

[has both hands out, looks confused but not offended (and really just sly as hell)]

What? You're a powerful woman, aren't you? You want some, you can get some.

[dranksforthememories]

[ughhh. shaking her head at him, but in that way where she's trying not to look amused, because she is.]

You are right about that.

[aintrunning]

[biggest. fucking. smirk.]

So, you want some?

[dranksforthememories]

I'm just trying to decide if it's worth it.

[aintrunning]

Pretty sure it ain't if you have to think that hard about it.

[dranksforthememories]

How encouraging.

[aintrunning]

Not trying to hustle you. And you been clear that nothing comes easy with you.

[dranksforthememories]

At least you learn.

[apparently that's a deciding factor, because she steps in and cups a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a better kiss]

[aintrunning]

[has learned to shut his mouth for smooches!!!! hands are deffo slipping down to grab her ass though]

[dranksforthememories]

[that gets an approving noise, and she presses closer, drawing his lower lip between her teeth for a moment before breaking away to shove him towards the couch so she can make him sit and climb on top of him]

[aintrunning]

[goes down with a noise, ooh, and immediately getting his hands back on her, going under her shirt which really needs to come off now, why is only erik shirtless???]

[dranksforthememories]

[uh because only erik goes around shirtless at all times?? but she's happy to help with that, pulling it off over her head and letting it drop to the floor behind her. she is wearing a sports bra, but she peels out of that too, then settles down on him, on her knees straddling his lap, her hands bracing over his shoulders as she leans down for another kiss]

[aintrunning]

[and there was so much sex, such sex, very good intercourse . . . the end]