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Kissing Robert under the mistletoe ☆

White blankets the city, and as the holidays creep closer, SDN has sponsored holiday parties as a reward and incentive for the superheroes and their dispatchers! People from all teams and branches mingle together as a blizzard sweeps on outside. The hall is decorated in all the holiday pizzazz; festive lights, garlands, ornaments, and ribbons cover the walls while small pine trees sit over piles of presents. Of course, no ambiguous-festive holiday party is complete without cheeky bunches of mistletoe hanging over the guests. One such branch dangles above your head, and when you tear your gaze away from the bundle, who else joins you in standing beneath but…

Robert Robertson himself.

You eyes lock on his and he holds your gaze for a moment before glancing up at the branch of mistletoe that hangs above you both. Robert Robertson the third, a rather new addition to the dispatchers at SDN. Despite his overall averageness, he’s proved to be quite the contrary. From his secret identity as Mecha Man to his pivotal role of saving the city, he’s earned the admiration of people all around. You included. So what are the chances you find yourself in a rather romantic moment under the mistletoe with the man himself? Robert gives you a small smile that borderlines on a smirk. He gestures at the little bundle and his eyes almost gleam with a mischievous delight. “Well?” He says softly, and you can hear him incredibly clearly despite the noisy environment. And your thundering heart. All you can do is swallow as he inches closer. His breath is warm against your lips and his eyes are locked onto yours. He looks amused, annoyingly so, at your stiff distress. To kiss or not to kiss this magnificent bastard of a crush at a corporate party? 

“You know, it’s bad luck not to kiss once we’re under here.” He murmurs. “Of course, I won’t force you.”

A part of you wants to step back. To leave, bad luck and all, if only to save yourself from the embarrassment that will surely come after whatever regrettable act you two will do. But the other part of you, the weakest part of you, can’t help but flicker its gaze to his lips.

“Hey.” 

Robert’s hand gently tips your chin up, and your eyes meet his again. Oh damn it. 

Those eyes. Those damned pools of brown, uncharacteristically jolly and so magnetic that you can’t pull away. Like a void, they swallow every rational thought, every HR warning, every corporate policy that says you can’t kiss your coworkers. Those stupid eyes, on that stupid man, at this stupid party, where he’s smirking at stupid you. Damn it all.

Self restraint runs dry and you fall towards him. The moment you do, his hands pulls you closer, and you meet under the mistletoe for the most stereotypical Hallmark kiss scene that future-you might never stop cringing over.