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[onlyanapple]

[It has taken a trek up to the castle, and a day's worth of people watching, but Crowley has finally figured out what's causing the Christmas kissing, and as such, feels it's time to carry on his sacred duty to the castle at large.

He sits in a chair in the lobby, idly twisting a sprig of mistletoe between his thumb and forefinger. His journal open on the table beside him, he idly dictates into it]

Well, well, my dear fellow residents. It's that time of year again. As some of you may have noticed, there is a lot of unwilling lip locking going on. This is regular, and pointless to fight. Might as well ride it out until it's done.

Every year, I pose a little challenge, open to anyone who wants to play. Whoever gets the most kisses during this interesting little season gets a basket of alcohol of their choice, and bragging rights for the rest of the year. Anything you manage to get beyond a kiss, willingly mind you, earns you double points.

So...who's game?

[[ooc: Open for planned and unplanned kissing]]

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[i_got_this]

[Ah yes, how could she forget the lobby? ;) ]

[She doesn't reply, instead shutting the journal and trekking out immediately. She needed a challenge, a change of pace, and something to draw her from the bitter thoughts that plagued her from time to time. She arrives about fifteen minutes later, wearing a warm coat and boots against the cold.]

[She takes a moment to glance around, and seeing Crowely she sheds the coat and tosses it on a nearby chair and goes to settle herself in his lap because, well. Because.]

So what is it this year?

[onlyanapple]

[He certainly doesn't seem bothered y her settling herself into his lap. It's one of his favourite places for her to be, after all. His free hand moves to rest on the small of her back, his other raising the mistletoe to her eye level]

Seems the castle's gone all traditional on us.

[i_got_this]

Seriously? That's pretty boring.

[It's one of her favorite places to be, honestly.] How are we supposed to be crafty when everyone knows what these things mean? At least hte nutcracker could just be a nutcracker.

[onlyanapple]

[He chuckles low in his throat, his hand travelling downwards]

Well, you're just going to have to get creative, aren't you?

[i_got_this]

Dammit, that means more work for me.

[She leans closer, one hand sliding around his shoulders and the other resting on his chest.]

[onlyanapple]

You're industrious. [He shifts his face a little closer to hers] I'm sure you'll manage.

[i_got_this]

[She's got a reply but it dies on her lips as the mistletoe nudges their little foreplay along, and she closes the distance to kiss him.]

[onlyanapple]

[And Crowley is more than content with that, returning the kiss, his hand splaying on her back to pull her a little closer]

[i_got_this]

[This isn't exactly new for them, the mistletoe might as well have not even existed. In fact, as they go on South gets the idea that this is old hat at this point and starts to pull back, breaking the kiss momentarily but still hovering close.]

Sex on a couch, been there, done that, what else you got up your sleeve? [She says breathlessly.]

[onlyanapple]

[He takes a moment to actually consider that question]

There aren't maybe places in the castle I haven't had sex in. [Hmmm hmm] I haven't tried the music room yet.

[i_got_this]

You know, I think there's a piano that would make a perfect shagging surface.

[onlyanapple]

It would certainly be very...musical.