Well. Alright. He’d excpected to get punted in the face for that, the previous kiss nothing but a sort of… I dunno, polite holiday thing sort of thing, that she was doing mainly against her own will. (Xanxus remembers a bouncy blonde constantly riling her up- thought he’d maybe had something to do with it.)
Xanxus flicks the mistletoe to some dark, meaningless corner (because honestly. Who needs plants to kiss people?? Just lay one on them and see if you get hit or not) and steps in close, slides one hand up to cup the unmarked side of her face and run a thumb over it appreciatively. Settles the other one at the nape of her neck, curling that unruly dark hair slowly around his fingers as he studies her eyes.
Pretty as fuck, badass, doesn’t take any shit. (Far as he recalls, anyway.) Perfect.
Admiring her face doesn’t take long. He ducks down, tilts her head to the desired angle and presses his mouth upon hers.
She’d been awfully polite about her kiss, but Xanxus isn’t about to wield politesse he never bothers with otherwise and it shows as he kisses her with hard brushes of his lips over hers, holding her face still for it.
He’s not quite sure she won’t bite his tongue off if he tries to french her, though. Grinning into her mouth, he swipes his tongue over the soft flesh of her lips and purs at the taste.
From an arcobaleno? Does this mean he has bragging rights now?
Aight.
'Hmm…’
Also, not an unpleasant female this, from what he’s seen of her. Much more badass than the simpering scum that, as a rule or something, usually flaunts about in front of him.
'Mirch, right?’ Xanxus grins and turns to her fully, snatches the mistletoe from her grip and looms over her non-threateningly. 'Mind if I steal a proper one?’ he asks, voice purposely low and teasing as he holds it above her. Mistletoe traditions are dumb, but if it gets him a kiss from a not so scummy lady, then he won’t complain this time.
⊰ ————— { ♚ } —— ;; Normally she would of punched the one trying to kiss her in the face. Normally. But this time was more of something she was curious about. And therefore she wasn’t about to punch him for it – well unless he went too far and wouldn’t stop. Then all of this would | be over in a blink of an eye — and with Xanxus on the floor and a gun pointed at his forehead.
Watching as he flicks the mistletoe away like nothing and step closer almost made Lal take a step back. Almost. As confident as she was to someone who was probably as gun trigger happy as she was she knew messing with one without some sort of minor caution was foolish. However feeling a hand slide up to cup her cheek — her unmarked cheek and run a thumb over it earns a blink. The added hair settling at the nape of her neck and coiling a little in her locks earned another one. Was he going to kiss her or not?
To her, how … gentle he was acting with her surprised her. How intent he was looking in her eyes was something that in a sense threw her for a loop. Did she have something on her face? Normally she didn’t have anyone admire any part of her – so she was quite confused when he went and did just that.
“ Is there something on my face?”.
Lal questions, looking at him oddly, breaking the silence between them to try and figure out why he was admiring her for. The moment he ducks down and makes her head tilt to such an angle that suits him she supposed before she felt lips press against her own. Soft for about a second before it turns into hard brushes of his lips against her own, complete with the hand in her hair holding her still for it. It was different being kissed like this, new even. She wasn’t used to such a rough way of it — but at the same time she didn’t quite mind that much.
The kiss itself wasn’t bad either, she had to admit. Upon feeling his tongue against her bottom lip she merely smirked a bit then let herself lean in a bit , moving herself in to start to kiss him back. Not as rough but enough to let him know that she wasn’t going tp punch him for it. No sooner had she kissed him back, she took a step back in a move to break the kiss. Well if he’d let her that is. Since she wasn’t sure if he’d let her without her forcing her way out.
