@stxrmflxwer [cont.]:
Ren took no notice of the mistletoe above them, or anything else, really. He was too focused on how surprisingly pleasant and soft Blake’s lips felt…which he really should’ve known by now, but it had been a while since the last time they made contact like this.
Also, Blake Belladonna just shoved him against a wall and kissed him. It’s not like it was the first time they did something like this, but that did nothing to stop his brain from malfunctioning, and as this went on, only one thought went on through his mind.
What.
This, admittedly, did not go as planned. She wasn’t exactly sure at what point after her lips met his that she diverged from the intent to give him a brief, small kiss, but the safe bet was that it had happened some time before she’d ended up here, pinning him against a wall with her fingers bunched in the front of his shirt.
Gods damn it. Whatever this was---dawning attraction, unwelcome feelings, whatever could so easily bypass her better judgment and intentions---she needed to get a lid on it.
Blinking a few times as she pulled back slightly, Blake took a moment to recover from her own dazed state that came from her swift and enthusiastic departure from the plan. “Um. There’s---” Her finger points upwards, towards the decoration at fault here. “Mistletoe.”
Because that explained everything, totally all of it, every part of what just went down here.
