[ The very clever, witty retort right on the tip of Cain's tongue doesn't have a chance to meet the air. It gets swallowed up by that kiss, the warm, faintly sweet press of Percival's mouth to Cain's lips.
Cain's eyes go wide; he doesn't back away, or even try to stop the kiss, but there's a frozen moment of shock before he relaxes into it. Before one hand comes up to wrap slender fingers in Percival's collar, holding Percival close until the kiss is done.
And only then does Cain tip his head back and search for the mistletoe. Because there must be enchanted mistletoe, for Percival to be kissing him in such a public place.
Right?
But there's none, and Cain blinks, and blinks again, and turns to stare at Percival, a question in his eyes and red spreading across his cheeks. ]
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Cain's eyes go wide; he doesn't back away, or even try to stop the kiss, but there's a frozen moment of shock before he relaxes into it. Before one hand comes up to wrap slender fingers in Percival's collar, holding Percival close until the kiss is done.
And only then does Cain tip his head back and search for the mistletoe. Because there must be enchanted mistletoe, for Percival to be kissing him in such a public place.
Right?
But there's none, and Cain blinks, and blinks again, and turns to stare at Percival, a question in his eyes and red spreading across his cheeks. ]
Percival—?