closed 🪶⚡ all i really, really ever want is under the mistletoe

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: Around places.
What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA.
Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me



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[garudas]

[She makes a sound at that, but not out of disagreement. Mostly just out of her own wish to remain close.]

Might be for the best.

[With one more squeeze of his hand, she shuffles away and waves her hand in a 'shoo' motion for him to do the same.]

And I will let you count us down this time.

[ramuhs]

All right.

[He takes a moment to ready himself, doing last minute checks on his boots and gear.]

One...two...

[And then a smirk before he pushes off while yelling:]

Three!

[garudas]

Cidolfus! Cidol—you little...

[She pushes off with a grumble, but there's a smirk beneath it as she pushes off after him. The hill is a bit steeper, so she picks up speed easier, and there is more room for her to do so. Well, if he is going to cheat, then so is she! He will feel a wind pick up, and if he's paying attention, he'll also sense the subtle prickle of her magic. It pushes her faster, and she catches up to him with ease, and when she does, she turns to grin at him.

And then skids past, using not just the poles and her legs to guide her, but also the wind. Her, and only her.]

Farewell.

[She will reach the bottom snowbank only a few seconds before he does and only narrowly missing it before coming to a stop—]

[ramuhs]

[She did it first! And WOW WOW he'll feel that familiar prickle and his head will look up and then at her as she passes.]

You little—!

[And although he tries to pick up speed, it's too late and he can only come to a stop after her.

...

But not before skidding a wave of snow at her, just like she did to him before.]

[garudas]

[Sorry, love. Cannot beat the wind!

And when he catches up to her at the bottom, she greets him with an all-too-delighted squeal as she shields herself from the wall of snow he throws at her. It's misty and cold, but that is not why her cheeks are red as she laughs at him, skidding and waddling over.]

I win.

[ramuhs]

You cheated.

[garudas]

[She clicks her tongue, but continues to grin wide and proud at him.]

Is it truly cheating if I use all of my skills to my advantage?

[ramuhs]

Use all our skills, eh? Should I use my lightning next then?

[garudas]

No, don't bother.

[She stops right in front of him and wraps an arm around his shoulders, the other taking both her poles in hand.]

The competition is over. I won. And now I shall claim my prize.

[ramuhs]

[He laughs at that as he looks down at her.]

At what prize is that?

[garudas]

[Several beats pass...]

...

I think I will make you carry me up the hill.

[Teasing. Maybe?]

[ramuhs]

You'd have to catch me first.

[Also teasing. Maybe.]

[garudas]

How fast do you think you can run from me in those skis, hm?

[She's seen how he waddles! It's not much faster than her!!!]

And fleeing down the next hill is much steeper.

[ramuhs]

I'm sure I could make it down all right.

[He then laughs as he leans closer to her.]

Now what do you really want?

[garudas]

[She hums, thoughtful, tapping her poles into the snow.]

Another date, and cup of your peach cider once we are finished here.

... And a kiss.

[ramuhs]

[His eyes widen a bit before he smiles broadly.]

All that can be done easily. Starting with this.

[And in the next breath he pulls her to him so that his lips can press warmly and firmly against hers for that well earned kiss.]

[garudas]

[Well-earned indeed, and she meets him for that kiss with equal enthusiasm, accepting that warmth that seems to buzz beneath her skin.]

Shall we go again? [The words are murmured softly against his lips.] Or did you need a break?

[ramuhs]

We can do a few more runs... See if I can't even the score first.

[A light smirk.]

[garudas]

[She clucks her tongue at him and tries to waddle away from him.]

But I said the contest was over. You cannot simply call it again.

[ramuhs]

[He'll reach out to pull her back to him with a laugh.]

What? Afraid?

[garudas]

That you will beat me this time? Not at all.

[Now she's waddling back to him, her arms going back around him.]

But it is not so simple. The loser cannot just call for a rematch because he cannot stand that he lost.

[ramuhs]

Don't you always call for rematches when you've lost?

[Now he holds onto her tight.]

[garudas]

What?

[She sputters, feigning offense, and pretends to struggle against him.]

When was the last time I did that?

[ramuhs]

There was that time not too long ago back home when we were having that little "race," and then the sparring match the other day, and then—

[garudas]

[If he was doing this to get her to kiss him, then he certainly succeeded, because before he can finish, she's crashing her lips to his without a care in the world for where they are or that they are surrounded by people.]

Alright, you have made your point. You may have one rematch.