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Because kissing under the mistletoe is an ancient and festive tradition... and it's important to share love at this time of year.

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.


Nice, season-ish meta kisses? Come on! (If only for the sake of shutting Shawn up, because he's been humming "Deck the halls" in my head all. Day. Long.)

Date: 2007-12-19 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] head-psychic.livejournal.com
"Convince me."

"What?" For a moment Murphy was to thrown aback by the randomness of the visitor and his first demand after opening the door. A hi she could have handled. This? Took two seconds to work through.

"Convince me," he repeated, not bothering to explain how or why he ended up in Chicago, more precisely at her front door.

"Spencer, what the hell?"

"The Chicago pizza? You praised it." He grinned, playfully, obviously enjoying that he had caught her by surprise.

Murphy shook her head, slowly regaining her composure. "I see. California pizza must really suck if you drive all the way here to get something better."

"Of course we both used it as a pretense, because secretly we were already missing each other before you were gone. So do your best. Convince me! I might get myself a penthouse nearby."

She laughed. "I got work to do, I can't just drive around and show you the different pizza places..."

"That won't be neccessary." He presented two boxes he had kept out of view so far. "I brought them. Didn't try them yet. You have to advertise them for me. Like a tupperware party."

"I'm not having tupperware parties."

"I'm glad."

He smirked, stepping into her personal space and boldly pressed his lips to hers, the scent of real damn good Chicago pizza lingering between them.

Date: 2007-12-19 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lieu-murphy.livejournal.com
Aw, he came to Chicago, that's cute. I love this.

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