Imagine the work that would be done on a day of silence!
[He'd be up for tha--oh no. He's being pulled closer to Janeway as if his feet have developed wills of their own, and now he's much too close, and then suddenly one of his hands is on her cheek and he's dipping his head to hiss her.]
[ —oh. the firm "no" her brain ought to be registering in the face of this act is unable to formulate itself, kathryn lost to the magic pull of the curse and the damned mistletoe it's attached to. both her hands come up to cradle the sides of his neck, as if kissing a junior officer from another time period is the most natural thing in the world. ]
[And now it seems sensible to press his lips to Janeway's in a chaste kiss. In fact, it feels like second-nature--something they've been doing forever, or something they ought to do for the rest of forever. Nothing from rank to age is the least bit important in this curse-induced haze.]
[ but the magic doesn't last long, sense soon floating back into janeway's head. it's startling to realize that you're currently locking lips with a junior officer from another time, but she does her best to pull back with delicacy instead of lurching back as instinct demands. ]
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[He'd be up for tha--oh no. He's being pulled closer to Janeway as if his feet have developed wills of their own, and now he's much too close, and then suddenly one of his hands is on her cheek and he's dipping his head to hiss her.]
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Sir! Sorry, sir!