All I can think about is Lin not being ready at least one time. She suddenly hears Kya singing, her footing is off and she knows if Kya jumps on her they’re going to fall. But she doesn’t dodge, she excepts her fate and they fall over. Despite being angry at her girlfriend for not heeding her warning, the first thing Lin does is ask if Kya’s okay. <3
“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
Spencer sat back at his desk, observing the festivities around
him. It was the annual Christmas party at the BAU, and, as tradition,
everything was fun in the beginning. Until all the drinking started. Now Garcia
was wearing one of those silly hats that held mistletoe over the wearers head,
and was kissing everyone in the office. Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle, the
spiked eggnogs always sent her over. But watching he couldn’t help but ponder –
what is a kiss?
The answer, simple enough, two sets of lips touching. But who even came up with such a thing? Again
easy, the earliest recorded accounts of something alluding to a kiss were by
the Vedas over three thousand years ago. But…what was it for? What was the point? It seemed to be just another
excuse to touch. Something Spencer only reserved for specific people anyways.
But why touch there, yes, kissing had far fewer germs than touching of hands,
but why would someone just place their mouth on another? It seemed to be the
sort of thing people did just to acquire and add up like a score card amongst
their peers for the most part. It was intimate to some, and nothing to others. Some
would kiss like it their lives depended on it, savoring that one touch from
that one person like it was oxygen. For others kissing cheeks, hands, even lips
to anyone who greeted them. It was one of the few things on this earth Spencer
Reid could not fathom.
He had kissed, and he had been kissed. He had always kissed
his mother’s cheek, had been kissed by Lila, and, yes, both of those affections
were pleasant in their own way. But he couldn’t understand why. Of course he loved
his mother and understood why a kiss farewell would symbolize something. But
with Lila, was it the moment, was it because she was attractive, was it because
he wanted to be wanted? He wasn’t sure.
“Why are you sitting here by yourself when a party is going
His concentration broke as he looked up at you from his
seat. He could feel his cheeks redden as he looked you over; it was odd seeing
you out of your work clothes but seeing you decked in an oversized red wool
sweater the pattern of white reindeers splattered across as it hit your thighs,
tight blacks leggings and white fuzzy boots – it was nice. You were attractive
regardless, but seeing you with your hair down instead of in a bun as it waved
over your shoulders and the piece de la resistance, some goofy bell antlers
Garcia must have snuck on you, he realized how much you shined. He had noticed
your personality first; a mixture of Garcia’s bubbly exuberance, Emily’s
snarkiness and sarcasm, and JJ’s mothering instincts, it all swirled together
into something uniquely you.
“Spencer? You okay?”
He was staring and he shouldn’t be you were his friend,
coworker, and all this thought on kissing is messing with his head. Clearing
his throat, he sat up straighter.
“I’ve never really been a party person, especially when it
comes with the drinking. Besides I’m afraid Garcia will attack me.”
They both turned at that, the bubbly blonde was currently placing
kisses on Henry and Michael, both boys’ faces covered in the fire engine red
lipstick, as she tickled them as they both wriggled in laughter.
His gaze moved back to you; your arms cross but a warm smile
on your face as you watched.
“It is. She’s a good godmother.”
“And you’re a good godfather. Though I don’t know all of
what you do in your spare time. You could be a Vito Corleone type of godfather in your off hours.”
He choked back a
cough of laughter at that. “I’ve never made anyone sleep with the fishes if
that’s what you’re wondering.”
“No, I don’t
suppose you would, that seems more like Rossi’s department to me. He’s got too
much of that Italian swagger to not have a ring to kiss.”
“I-I was just
thinking about that.”
You tilted your
head in interest. “Oh? Rossi or – “
“No, kissing, I
mean not me kissing or anything. I meant to say I was thinking of kissing because
of the season, with mistletoe and everything.”
He knew he was
talking fast; you were wearing that smile you always reserved for when he
rambled or fumbled with his words.
“I know it
originated from like Norse mythology, I think, it might’ve been the Celtics.”
“The Celts hung
mistletoe to ward off evil spirits whereas the Norse saw it as a symbol of love
and friendship. But it wasn’t until the 18th century when it was
used in middle class England to steal kisses.”
“And how many
have you stolen tonight?”
“Me?!? No, I
haven’t taken any, I don’t know why you think – “
He stilled your
hand brushing his shoulder in reassurance.
“I’m only teasing
you, Spencer. Come on, let’s get you out of that seat. Maybe you’d dance with
You were asking
him to dance? If only you knew he had two left feet.
“I don’t think so;
you might like to have your toes by the end of the night.”
You feigned a
pout, causing the burn to come back to his face. Adorable, being the first word
that entered his mind. “You’re not being fair. Come on, you won’t even have to
move your feet, we can just sway.”
his head, hearing the melody for Jingle Bell Rock playing and he couldn’t help
but feel skeptical. But the soft smile and warmness radiating from you eased
him. If you were willing enough to look like a dork, why couldn’t he?
“Oh, what are you
two doing over here? Especially with no decoration.”
as Garcia approached you from behind, pulling you back to place a big kiss to
your cheek, a perfect outline of lips remaining as she pulled away.
“Oh, my God, you’re
so lucky this matches my sweater, Pen.”
shade shield, my dear. Here let’s do swaps.”
your antlers for the Dr. Seuss looking mistletoe. “I know our good doctor here
hasn’t had a kiss tonight, and I’m pretty sure he’d prefer to get one from you.”
He knew he was
flaming in embarrassment, but seeing you shy up was something he wasn’t used
to. The red tinge going from your face down your neck was nearly captivating.
what we get when we think about kisses, Spencer.”
He knew you were
trying to make light of it, take away the awkwardness, but the shade of red
“Would I what?”
“Since I am
wearing this thing…would you, you know, want to kiss me?”
His mouth gaped.
Did he? Then again would it mean nothing? A symbol of affection? He watched you
looking at him in anticipation, and he wondered what you would feel as well. He
wiped his palms across his pants.
He already knew
he was taller, he was taller than most people that worked here, but towering
over you, and looking into your wide eyes he felt like he had shrunk.
“Do I kiss you or
“I think I’m
supposed to kiss you since I’ve got the hat.”
They fidgeted for
a few more moments, before he heard you sigh, and with that he was sure you were
going to walk away. Realizing the mistake you made. But then you were grasping
his shoulder again, gaining balance as you tiptoed up enough to place your
mouth on his.
There was a clicking
inside his mind, like when he would put together links of clues from a case. It
made sense. All of it. And when you pulled away he was almost desperate enough
to bring you back up again the warmth and breath of you gone and leaving him
“Could I maybe…borrow
You looked up at
him in confusion, so he removed the headband himself, trying to keep any snags
from getting in your hair. Placing it on his own head he heard you giggle, and
he wanted to know what that sound would do when muffled with his lips. Pulling
you up again, he placed them softly on yours, the laughter still not out from
you and he could collapse as he felt the vibrations from you on him. It was a
sharing, it was affection, it was life altering. He felt your fingers twiddle
his hair and he allowed one of his own hands bury itself in your, and with that
he had no idea if a moan was better than you laughing but he’d work day and
night to find out.
“Way to go pretty
“Oh, but she
forgot to put on lipstick.”
“I don’t think he
He could hear his
friends like outside static around him, but it was as if the world had blurred,
you the only image he could clearly see. Pulling back he waited for you to snap
at him, tell him how inappropriate that was but you only gave a wisp of a
“It’s from a book
I read. ‘If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it
won’t be enough.’ I think that fits in here.”
He smiled at you. “I’d be willing to find out if you are.”
“Oh, I think we could find a way to arrange that, Spencer.”
Character: Stuart Twombly Fandom: The Internship Warnings: i think imma just take this warning thing out i never have any day 12!! halfway there to christmas!!! enjoy! Stuart - Jingle Bell Rock
One of the advantages to working at such a fun workplace like the Googleplex was the all the parties. The Christmas party, in (Y/N)’s opinion, was by far the most fun one. So much positive energy filled the building and everyone was happy. Christmas songs played over the speakers, and both punny and traditional decorations were hung randomly around. (Y/N) dragged her boyfriend, Stuart, down the stairs excitedly. It was his very first Christmas party and Google, and all (Y/N) wanted was to make it memorable for him. “So, just asking, where are we going?” He asked from behind his girlfriend. “Just down to the snack bar. Their cookies are amazing,” She gushed. “At nine in the morning?” He asked with a smirk. “I don’t care. It’s Christmas!” She replied with grin, making Stuart laugh at her adorable-ness. She had never failed to amaze him ever since the day they met shortly after he had won the big internship. (Y/N) had started working there as an assistant and eventually moved up, meeting Stuart in the process. “Whatever you say,” He said. The previous song ended, and Jingle Bell Rock came on over the speakers. Stuart noticed how (Y/N) perked up even more at the song, as it was one of her favorite Christmas songs. As they made their way down to the snack bar, (Y/N) sang along softly and almost unnoticeably. Stuart couldn’t resist. “What a bright time, it’s the right time, to rock the night away..” He sang, a little off key, but it made (Y/N) smile anyways. “Jingle bell time is a swell time,” (Y/N) made air drum motions, “to go ridin’ in a one horse sleigh!” Stuart laughed, letting himself loose as (Y/N) continued singing. “Mix and a-mingle and a jinglin’ feet,” They sang together. Stuart grabbed (Y/N)’s hands and waved them around in some goofy dance. “That’s the jingle bell, that’s the jingle bell, that’s the jingle bell rock!” Neha popped up beside them as the song ended. “Stew is smiling? What is this? Another dimension or something? Did we finally master portalling?” She joked with a straight face. “Ha-ha. I’m having fun,” He defended himself, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend. Neha cooed. “I don’t know how you do it, (Y/N), but you somehow make him smile. Congratulatons,” She smiled warmly, and walked away. (Y/N) blushed. “She’s right, you know,” Stuart added truthfully, looking at (Y/N) directly, “you make me happy. So, so very happy.” (Y/N) blushed even more. “Do I say thank you?” “No, you say ‘you’re welcome’. I should be the one thanking you.” (Y/N) giggled. “Well, thank you AND you’re welcome. How’s that?” She laughed. “Man, that song is stuck in my head now.” She breathed. “Jingle bell, jingle bell…” “Hey! Don’t get it stuck in mine!” Stuart exclaimed.