ᴊɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ʀᴏᴄᴋ

[formidable]

Let's celebrate. Just a catchall for self-indulgent holiday-themed stuff.➤ Happy holidays! ➢ "Obligatory Christmas Music".

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[pragnanz]

[ He's trouble. He knows it, has known it since he was born. Oren's been correct from the get-go; Iona probably would be safer and more secure with someone who isn't ostensibly from a gang family.

That said, he flicks his gaze up at the mistletoe and scoffs under his breath. ]

I taste like medicine.

[ A warning. Thanks, Claude. ]

[infusion]

Uh huh. [She relinquishes his hands and crosses her arms jokingly.]

And when has that ever stopped me?

[And true to her words, she's scooting closer to him.]

[pragnanz]

[ He doesn't move where he's reclining in his chair. He might have, a few months ago, but that's then and this is now.

A sing-song hum, vaguely patronizing. It's offset by the fond slant of his lips. ]

Nothing stops you. It'll be the death of you, one day.

[ He tips his head, and leans closer. ] Are you feeling lucky?

[infusion]

[She chuckles bending her head down for a second before looking up at him again. Her eyes are twinkling with unending affection. Although she wouldn't admit it at this moment, Iona does feel some nervousness at the newness of it all.]

Absolutely. This time, I'm hitting my mark.

[And true to her word, her lips catch him in a soft and warm kiss. This time there's no avoidance, little of that coyness that had them running around in circles around each other, and no doubts.]

[pragnanz]

[ He'd expected a fraction more of her previous hesitation, but he doesn't find it when their lips meet. It's entirely new to him too, the sudden surge of protectiveness and comfort that wells from between his ribs, but he doesn't swallow it back this time around; he just lets it float, simmer.

A tip of his chin, and he's reciprocating. Despite the warning about tasting like mint-green medicine, he parts his lips just a fraction and lines the seams of their mouths together more properly, exhaling on her inhale. ]

[infusion]

[When witches aren't being benevolent, they veer on the side of being greedy. And that's a shade of how Iona feels right now because when Claude returns her kiss so readily it makes her want more, to take more, and just...!

The scent and taste of mint are equally pleasant but also keeps her senses alert. She doesn't remain stationary and after a few seconds to let him have a taste of her, she moves her lips so it brushes his bottom one and the corner of his mouth before she pulls back, her own face feeling overly warm.]

Aha... See? Told you I'd do it.

[For all of her overt and sometimes overbearing affection, Iona can be surprisingly demure when it comes to expressing it in deeper ways. She's greedy but sometimes clumsy in trying to acquire what she wants. But most importantly, at least it's genuine.]