Jai Gilmore 📖🔥 (fireandfuck) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-12-28 18:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *andrea, *kate |
Log: Hope & Kassandra - Mistletoe
December 28
characters. Hope Wicker & Kassandra of Sparta
time. Evening | location. Naval base
rating. PG | status. COMPLETE
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It was too late in the day for the base to be that busy, but Hope had finally gotten done with her arrival application and paperwork, and had stuck around intake to hang with her aunt and uncle. Before she knew it, it was dark and snowy outside, and she was stuck in a fucking doorway with mistletoe jingling above her, nobody around. Except a few relatives. Finally pulling out her phone, Hope gave a heavy sigh and flipped off the plant above her. “You couldn’t’ve given me a hot person to go with it, now I have to ask for help on the network where I’m related to half the people? Asshole.” While the plant was apparently not looking down upon her with favor, some gods somewhere were. Greek gods, probably, as the person currently approaching was none other than Kassandra of Sparta. She was not the least bit related to Hope, and she considered rescuing beautiful women with kisses more or less her life's calling. Or beautiful anyone, really, but women were generally preferred. “Malaka mistletoe!” Kassandra laughed and gave hope a flourishing bow. “May I assist?” “Oh-shit” Okay so Hope probably could’ve been a lot more eloquent, but wow, the woman that just appeared and offered to help looked like something out of Wonder Woman’s Amazonian island, and Hope was here for it. She instantly straightened, and brought her hand down from it’s upward flipping-off-position. Face flushed a little now, she flashed a sheepish grin at her savior. “That would be- really great, yep. If you don’t mind?” “Mind?” Kassandra stepped in to place her hand at Hope's waist and returned the grin—not in the least sheepish, but in fact quite pleased with herself. “I could hardly mind coming to the rescue of such a lovely woman, particularly with a kiss.” Hope had previously considered herself charming and smooth, but apparently it was all out the window now as she gave a little obnoxious snort with her laugh, and then closed her eyes in embarrassment. Giggling schoolgirl was a go, though she made sure to stop that as soon as Kassandra was so close, and her voice dropped down to a husky whisper as they got a little closer. “Well, that’s .. generous. And appreciated.” That, Kassandra thought, was an invitation for more than just a quick peck. She bent down for the kiss with her customary enthusiasm, with the goal of raising everyone's heart rate by the end. She had enough practice to be good at that. When she finally pulled back, she was ginning one again. “The pleasure is all mine.” Hope’s heart rate had quickened to Kassandra’s high standard, and her breath was coming a little short, face flushed as she backed off, free of the mistletoe’s hold. If she’d been a woman born of the victorian days, she would’ve been fanning herself delicately. Hope tucked her hands into her back pockets and rocked back on her heels. “I’m Hope, by the way. Probably should’ve said that first.” She grinned at the spartan warrior. “Can I buy you a beer as thanks for rocking my world?” “I am Kassandra, and I would be happy to accept a beer,” she replied. She would also be happy to rock Hope's world further, but Kassandra's sense of the rhythm of the interaction suggested that she hold that offer for a little later. Besides, a little anticipation was fun. Like the gallant lady she was, Kassandra offered her arm. “To the taverna?” Hope looped her arm into Kassandra’s and grinned, posture straightening as she moved back into the other woman’s space, leading the way to the exit of the base. “This took a turn for the better, that’s for fucking sure.” |