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[yourbestguysgun]

[ It's mid-morning, he's had three cups of coffee, and there are six bullets in his gun. Those are details nobody needs to know but he's thinking of making them public knowledge anyway. When he smiles it's sharp and wide and so very full of the Christmas spirit, obviously. ]

It's that time of year again. [ In seventy years he might be giving this message and cleaning knives, who knows. Just be thankful he's not crazy right now. ] And curse or not there are a few penalties. [ Sweet, innocent --. ] Let's just say if you're struck with the deep desire to lay one on Captain America? Don't. They wouldn't find your body.

[ Another flash of a grin. ] Only one who gets to do that is his fiance.

( ooc: ahahahaha so Bucky can't help himself, he is a child. Feel free to respond to this post via the usual network routes or if you want to run into him and lay one on him he'll be at the station then walking through town on his patrols before finally heading home for the day. Come poke him with sexy sticks. )

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because they need more good trauma right

[hexuality]

[She saw his post, of course, so when she sees him on the street, she calls out: ]

Full of holiday cheer, aren't you, Barnes?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He pauses, is almost about to flip her off before he realises who she is. ]

Hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

[hexuality]

Were you about to be rude to your favourite witch?

[She tuts, crossing the distance between them, wrapped up in her white coat and hat, flaming hair spilling over her shoulders.]

Have you shot anyone yet? I don't fancy giving you a lecture on such a nice, romantic day.

[punchedhitler]

I'm surprised it took you this long to say it out loud.

[yourbestguysgun]

I thought spelling it out was a waste of everyone's time. The mistletoe kind of took that out of my hands though.

[ Steve, your future husband is a jealous wreck. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He has the decency to look a little bashful, like a kid with a broken cookie jar. ]

Not yet. But there's still half a day left. [ Besides, it's not romantic to have your future husband kissing strangers. ]

[punchedhitler]

I haven't kissed anyone today, so put the gun away, soldier.

[hexuality]

[She rolls her eyes but her smile is fond and she goes digging in one of her shopping bags to hand him a little box of chocolates.]

There. Will that make you feel better?

[yourbestguysgun]

You kissed me this morning.

[ He's a pedantic wee fucker. ]

[punchedhitler]

Not because of mistletoe.

[Ta-daaa]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Arching an eyebrow. ]

Buying me with candy, Weasley? You lay one on my husband? [ You're not married yet, Bucky. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ There's no one in the office so Bucky doesn't feel bad about grabbing a fist of Steve's uniform and pulling him down for a kiss. The angle is a little strange considering he's at his desk with his feet up and Steve's stood but it makes it all the more wicked when Bucky bites at his bottom lip. ]

I won't shoot anyone. Punching is fair game though.

[hexuality]

You're not married yet, Bucky.

[Yup. Exactly.]

And no, I know better than to test your temper. [LIKE SHE CAN'T HANDLE HIM. But no, she'd walk the opposite direction if she saw Steve. That would be awkward, besides.] You just seemed cranky and I was going to give you these, anyway.

[punchedhitler]

[He can't help but kiss him back, lean into that kiss, because, well.]

Don't punch any ladies?

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't kiss any ladies.

[ He won't punch women or teenagers, does that help? ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm practically married.

[ He scrunches up his nose, reads the label. ] I'm not cranky. I just don't like the days where everyone is all up in his business. He gets flustered. [ Also Bucky is j e a l o u s. ]

[punchedhitler]

Bucky!

[hexuality]

But no one means it. What if I kissed you right now? You know it's not because I fancy you, that it's just—

[Just mistletoe. But she can't finish her sentence because, yeah, the mistletoe happens and she has a second to look alarmed as hell that she's going in for this but she can't stop, not until it's over and oh god it's like kissing bill or charlie or the twins or percy or ron or

Curse doesn't care. She's crushing her shopping bags between them as she leans in and up to kiss James Barnes.]

[yourbestguysgun]

I won't punch any women or children, okay?

[ He's got such a shit eating grin right now. ]

[punchedhitler]

You're impossible!

[But he's leaning over for another kiss, and this one is fueled by mistletoe.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's a good kisser. Half of New York would attest to that. He's sweet and attentive when he wants to be and hot and heavy when the mood takes. And it's a nice kiss, somewhere between because his brain is clouded with mistletoe.

A beat, then two and he's pulling his hands away from her face. ] Christ.

[hexuality]

[She's excellent in her own right. There's definitely some experience here. And she'd push him off but the mistletoe won't let her and so she's got her hands clutching at the front of his coat and her lips are parted to his and there might even be tongue.

And then it's over. It's over and she backs away a few steps, horrified and maybe gagging. Just a little.]

I'm sorry. [She covers her mouth with her hands, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.] I mean, you're really good, but that's—Merlin's beard, I think I might vomit.

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[anunluckypenny]

[Wait a sec.]

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[anunluckypenny]

Fiance?

[gratefultogetaway]

You know, I've never really gotten the whole mistletoe thing. I mean, why do we kiss under it, anyway? It's a plant, it's not magic...well, I guess it is here, but.

[Shrug.]

I pity the fool who thinks about smooching Steve today.

[Anya no you haven't watched the A Team don't do that.]