x - 0014 [Irresistable]

[call_me_spooky]

Oh god, seriously? Mistletoe?

[OOC: WHO WANTS TO MAKE OUT WITH MULDER? :D :D Male, female, human, otherwise, all comers are welcome. I mean, not in his opinion, but tough luck for Fox. Feel free to assume you did and/or actionspam if you prefer~~]

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[tempzilla.livejournal.com]

[Donna recognizes that voice! And that back! And oh dear God that face it's DAVID! MULDER! WHICHEVER!

He says her name and his face is descending and a small -- well, not so small -- part of her has always fantasized about this but instinct still kicks in and suddenly her hand is up and moving at lightening speed to slap his face.]

OH NO YOU DON'T!

it's worth noting that the above was comment #69 on this post >D

[call_me_spooky]

Ow!

[Scully-- well, no, not really Scully so much as fake 1930s Scully, but whatever-- at least had the decency to wait til after the kiss to hit him. Though she had hit him harder. Well, life's a trade. Mulder scowls.]

Damnit Donna, this is not my idea.

[And with all the fierceness of the unjustly accused he grabs her by the wrist, because no more of that please, and leans in again to kiss her. Because he can't not, no matter what she'd prefer or what he'd prefer.]

>DD BWAHAHA

[tempzilla.livejournal.com]

[HAH! She had got him! Victory was --

Oh dear. He had her wrist. And he was leaning in again. And he smelled really good and looked absolutely AMAZING and oh goodness now was NOT the time to remember that one dream she had had.]

Not your idea? Of course it isn't! Who'd want to kiss a harpy like me anyway?

[Logic? Not always Donna's strongest suit. Her other hand comes up to fend off his face. Damn it, if she was going to kiss David Duchovney/Fox Mulder/whatever he wanted to call himself, it was going to be on HER terms, not like this!]

Ohhhhhh Donna. Stop lying to yourself. xD

[call_me_spooky]

[This feels and sounds all too much like some bad bodice-ripper romance novel setup. Though Mulder is blissfully unaware of the thousands and thousands of pages of fanfiction that went just like this.]

I didn't mean it like that,

[he grumbles, because he didn't intend that as an insult. His other hand comes up to grab her other wrist. Gently.]

Can we just get this over with and never talk about it again, please?

But lying to herself is what Donna does best! Well, that and reorganizing offices

[tempzilla.livejournal.com]

[Donna scowls at him. She doesn't want to give in -- it would be utterly humiliating after all the fuss she had raised. And the part of her that is still 12 rebels against the idea of him kissing her just because of some stupid curse.

But she knows how stubborn the curses were; they're getting nowhere until they kiss. So she concedes with typical Donna Noble grace and poise.]

Oh I hate this stupid city!

[She stands on tip toe and kisses him.]

these are useful skills to have!

[call_me_spooky]

[Mulder would reply that he shares her sentiment, but, well, he's otherwise occupied kissing Donna. And, no, she doesn't get a little peck, she gets a full-on kiss, because this is as embarrassing for her as it is for him, and having been slapped, Mulder isn't inclined to make things easy for her. Even though she'll probably hit him again.]

they don't call her the best temp in Chiswick for nothing

[tempzilla.livejournal.com]

[It's been a long, long time since Donna has kissed a man -- not since that blighter of an ex-fiance left her at the alter. And this was not just any man -- this was David Duchovney, gorgeousness personified! And he was KISSING HER! For a good moment Donna let herself get lost.

And then she remembered. This was just a curse; he didn't actually want to be kissing her. A lot of the time she couldn't even tell whether he liked her company or if he was just too intimidated to tell her to sod off. The one thing she knew for sure was that if he knew she liked it, he would never let her live it down. With great difficulty she pulled herself away and SLAPPED him.]

I KNEW YOU'D TAKE ADVANTAGE!

[call_me_spooky]

[Oh, he knows. Whether or not he'll actually say anything about it remains to be seen, but let's be honest with ourselves; who wouldn't enjoy kissing Fox Mulder?

The slap was quite convincing though. It didn't surprise him, really, but it hurt. With a world-weary sigh, Mulder let her wrist free and took a few steps back, because he didn't particularly want to meet under the mistletoe a second time.]

Because I'm entirely in control of my actions, right? Feel better now?

[Mulder rubbed at the red mark on his cheek irritably. Honestly. Slapping him, twice.]

[tempzilla.livejournal.com]

Just because you were cursed doesn't mean you had to kiss me like THAT! Buffy certainly didn't!

[This was just too embarrassing for words. A pox on mistletoe, and a a double pox on chicken! If she had any in the flat, she never would have left and this never would have happened! That was it. Tonight, she was getting beef. A boycott on chicken!]

I need to go now.

[She hurries past him.]