The Mother of All Logs

[steelweb]

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!

Comments

[worldsonly]

The flat, obviously. You saw the equipment there -- I have no way of knowing whether the hospital will let me in to use theirs, but the chances are slim considering one of us had to build their own laboratory at home.

[ His thoughts are, for a brief moment, entirely derailed by the unexpected but not entirely unpredictable sight of John blushing. It was cold, of course, so they were both red-tipped along the extremities, but it was somehow more intriguing to recognize that in this case, his actions and John's reaction had had a direct correlation. Sherlock uses his height to his advantage, looming slightly as he returns John to their previous position against the trunk of the tree, and this time when he kisses him, intense and focused, it's against the tip of one pink ear. ]

[heartofbakerst]

That is a good point, and who knows if the staff there has the same affliction as- Hey! What are you-?

[ John finds himself bullied back against the tree trunk and having his ear teased by Sherlock's mouth. It tickles and sends goosebumps all over his body, to the point where he's caught half in a sound of protest and something that sounds like a moan as he tries to shrink away in vain from the other man, his shoulders drawn up uncomfortably. ]

J-Jesus, Sherlock, there are people out here. Is this r-really the place for this?

[worldsonly]

[ Sherlock frowns as he pulls away, looking around at the passersby he had previously not deemed worth noticing. It wasn't as if either of them had pulled out their genitalia, but John was clearly uncomfortable anyway, and Sherlock couldn't account for it. ]

I don't understand. Why wouldn't it be?

[heartofbakerst]

I don't know... I don't really have a lot of experience being married... It just... doesn't seem like something you do in public?

[ More than just a little pink, John's face and neck are nearly completely red with embarrassment, and he won't look him in the eye. At least not for long. He instead, fiddles with Sherlock's lapel and the collar of his shirt, the tiniest of smiles on his lips. ]

Maybe I just... want it to be more private. Can't have everyone seeing you getting me worked up. It's not decent.

[worldsonly]

Worked up?

[ His gaze flicks over John and he unexpectedly colors, two bright pink patches spreading out over his cheeks. ] I didn't -- I only wanted to -- you looked so...

[ Suddenly it's too much, too overwhelming. He doesn't step back, aware of the obvious -- albeit incorrect -- signal that would give, but he does take his hands away to give John some space, shoves them fitfully into his pockets instead. ]

[heartofbakerst]

[ John sighs and leans back against the tree trunk, bouncing from foot to foot, a little anxiously and looking a little guilty, though the colour on Sherlock's cheeks makes him laugh a little. ]

I didn't mean it like that. Don't be like that. I don't want you to... not. Not really, anyway. I just wasn't expecting it. I like it. But we have a problem to solve. Well, a couple of them, really. [ He drops his hands to Sherlock's pockets and pulls him closer. ] We need to either figure out what's going on with this mistletoe... or we need to figure out what to do with me now that I am worked up. And whose fault might that be, I wonder?

[worldsonly]

[ The flush doesn't leave Sherlock's face as he allows himself to be tugged forward until he's standing between John's feet, but as his gaze rakes across John's expression and his fingers brush against John's in his pockets, he also closes his fist loosely around the bits of unusual mistletoe there, and it reminds him sharply of the presence of a potentially interesting puzzle to unravel. The corners of his mouth turn down fussily, making him look comically childish, unwilling to take responsibility for a reaction he did not intend. ]

Well, I would like to understand what is going on with the behaviour-modifying plant while it's fresh.

[heartofbakerst]

[ His expression turns only slightly disappointed at the admission, and he nods, because frankly, he'd like to know more about the plant as well. If they could figure out the mysterious effects of the plant and why it was making people do these things, then perhaps they could find a way to help people similarly affected. ]

Somehow, I think I knew you'd say that. [ He sighs and releases the man from his grasp, standing straight and pushing off from the tree. ] Well, come on then, I think we've got some work to do.