7 Minutes In Heaven

[misheard]

The Rules:

1. Comment with your character name/fandom/prefs in the subject line
2. Comment around, you're now trapped in a closet and must kiss whoever you're trapped with! It can be just a simple kiss on the cheek or something a little...more. It just has to last for at least 7 comments each!
3. You don't have to start right away. Build things up! It's more fun that way.
4. ???????
5. Profit~

Comments

[papillonmagique]

Excuse me? How is this my fault?! The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in a small space with you.

[strippedofgrace]

Never said it was your fault. Said I'm blamin' you.

[papillonmagique]

In that case, I am blaming you. Since I am certainly not the one to blame here.

[strippedofgrace]

I blame you more.

[papillonmagique]

You are the devil. Therefore the blame falls most on you.

[strippedofgrace]

You're an angel. Blame on you.

[papillonmagique]

Nope, you are to blame and that is that.

[strippedofgrace]

No way.

[B| except it's more like #| cause hair.]

[papillonmagique]

Yes, you- [Pause. And then she sighs slowly.]

How about you shut up, and then we can both pretend that the other isn't here as we wait this out. That sounds like a rather nice idea.

[strippedofgrace]

Fine.

[Then they ignored each other for about a year.]

[papillonmagique]

[Or until Zoe's already short temper just snaps completely. So about ten minutes at most.]

Ugh, we may as well get this over with! It will be easy enough to pretend we are kissing someone else!

[strippedofgrace]

No way, you'll taste disgusting.

[papillonmagique]

Oh please, like you will taste any better. Kissing a bag of garbage would be better than kissing you.

But I would rather not be stuck in a small space with you for longer than necessary, either.

[strippedofgrace]

Blech. [And he sticks his tongue out.]

[papillonmagique]

Oh fine, if you are that desperate to be trapped with me, I guess I will not argue.

[strippedofgrace]

[Silence for a few seconds.]

Fine.

[papillonmagique]

[And even though this is her idea, she still hesitates about moving closer to him.]

Just... Just hold your breath and pretend I am someone else. That should be easy enough to do.

[strippedofgrace]

I know how to kiss people who I don't like. Don't hafta give me instructions.

[papillonmagique]

Considering how much of a giant baby you were being before, I had my doubts.

[strippedofgrace]

Just do it, con.

[papillonmagique]

Trou du cul. [Then she sighs, and with another grumble, leans up to kiss him.]

[strippedofgrace]

[She doesn't actually taste disgusting, and for this she gets kissed back, although Lucifer is indeed picturing someone less annoying.]

[papillonmagique]

[He's not the only one picturing someone else, which is why Zoe manages to not just go completely stiff when he kisses back; she only tenses up slightly.]

[strippedofgrace]

[Lucifer is pretty good at kissing. He deepens the kiss slowly until she untenses herself.]

[papillonmagique]

[And she does slowly start to untense herself. And manages to not make a sound in surprise at him deepening the kiss, cause nope, thinking about someone elseeeee.]