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The Onsen, Wednesday afternoon

There were some pesky plants around, and after spending most of the day trying to stop Issa from chasing them (who knew if they were poisonous) while trying to watch an entertainment, Seivarden had decided to go to the Onsen. This was a perfect day for a bath, and when she entered, she had the pool all to herself. Slipping into the water, she closed her eyes, ignoring the plants hanging from the ceiling.

[open, for mistletoe silliness or otherwise]

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"Yes," Seivarden agreed. "Rude."

She added, trying not to look at water running down Fjord's chest.

"Thank you."

Fjord hiked a shoulder up slightly. Reached out his empty hand and caught a tendril of mistletoe that was edging toward him, crushing berries in his bare palm.

"I'm doing this just as much for my sake as yours," he replied. "I'm not in much of a mood to be pushed around by plants today."

Crushing berries with his bare hands for her sake? It was... No, obviously that wasn't what Fjord meant, but the gesture had Seivarden quite distracted, and she found she didn't resist perhaps as much as she could when two mistletoe tendrils wrapped themselves around her arms and tugged her in Fjord's direction.

Fjord glanced up from his berry-crushing efforts toward Seivarden again, and his brow furrowed a little.

"Well, hell, they're determined little fuckers today," he muttered. "Need a little help getting out of that...?"

"Yes," Seivarden said. "Please."

Internally she was swearing, because it wasn't like she wanted plants to make her enact something resembling sexual fantasies.

Curse those plants anyway, right? Fjord sighed, considered the sword in his hand for a moment, and then against his better judgement he dismissed it, sending it back to where it had come from before making his way over to start tearing mistletoe away from Seivarden, keeping a careful eye out for any more incoming bunches of it.

He wasn't keeping an eye on the stuff that was getting dangerously close to creeping its way around his ankle, mind.

To be fair, Seivarden did actually try to resist when the mistletoe pulled her forward into Fjord's arms, because, unlike in a fantasy, it felt awkward. She knew by now that non-Radchaai didn't get how intense running your bare hands against someone's skin could be, which perhaps was good, because she did squeeze her fingers around his shoulders more than strictly necessary.

The mistletoe, probably wanting to encourage this, wrapped itself around the two of them.

"Well..." Fjord's own hands tightened a little on Seivarden's hips, trying to steady her before she could get pulled any more tightly against him. He cleared his throat a little, and then attempted to pull free of the plant, his teeth grit, quietly cursing himself for dismissing his blade. "That didn't go quite according to plan."

No kidding, Fjord.

"Uh, no."

Seivarden left the tearing at the plants to Fjord, trying to think about how awkward this was rather than how nice it was to be pressed against his chest, and trying not to run her hands around his back.

"I mean, we could just kiss. It would solve the problem."

"It would," Fjord allowed, even as he crushed another handful of berries, tore at another sprig of mistletoe as it wound around his wrist. "Although I was under the impression that it was a solution we were aiming to avoid, here."

Said slowly, while Fjord quietly processed the fact that it didn't seem terribly as though Seivarden was doing much resisting at all.

"I was just thinking it would be more efficient. It leaves you alone after that. Until someone else shows up."

Seivarden was a bit to distracted to consider that perhaps it would be more efficient if they both tried to pull loose too. Instead she gave in to the urge to wrap her arms around Fjord's neck.

Fjord... was so confused.

Well, no. Not confused. Startled, most definitely, blinking at Seivarden with wide eyes. This was very much the opposite of trying not to get pushed around by mistletoe, after all, and was not exactly helping in his efforts to free them, here.

"I can still call my sword," he offered, though a solid tug on his wrist meant that his arms were around her waist and there was really nowhere for his sword to go. "I... could still call my sword."

Not so much, now.

"So... you're petitioning for efficiency, I take it."

"Yes," Seivarden said, then leaned in to kiss him. She didn't expect to be doing this again anytime soon, so she intended to make the most of it. Well, unless this made Fjord curious to explore things further at some point, but she didn't count on that.

Besides, he was an uncivilized person with claws. And sadly oh so distracting.

And suddenly, Fjord found himself being kissed, his eyes going wide and his grip around Seivarden tightening a little, mostly in shock.

He wasn't a bad kisser, necessarily, but he was definitely a startled kisser, and a relatively inexperienced one. So, while Seivarden seemed to be aiming to make the most of this, it was about all Fjord could manage to not make the worst of it.

He was so fucking confused.

Seivarden pulled back from the kiss and as she felt the grip of the mistletoe loosen she unwrapped her arms from around Fjord's neck and let her hands run down along his arms.

Looking at Fjord with a tiny smirk, she said: "They'll leave us alone now as far as I understand."

The best way to deal with this sort of thing was definitely to pretend it wasn't awkward at all.

Fjord's brain still hadn't actually caught up with the situation yet. He stood there, still kind of staring at Seivarden, and cleared his throat a little, reaching up to pick a stray piece of leaf from his shoulder.

Totally casual. Really.

"Ah, well... good. That was good... thinking."

Fjord, meanwhile, hadn't done a hell of a lot of thinking at all. He took a step back. And then another. And then ever so carefully sank back down to sit, once again calling his sword to hand with a splash of seawater as he went.

Well. That wasn't going to happen again if he had any say in it.

"Yes," Seivarden said, sitting down too and leaning back. "I think that was a good idea."

Fjord sat. And stared. And it would be another few moments before he was convinced that the mistletoe was actually leaving them alone now.

He exhaled. Relaxed a bit.

"Interesting strangeness for the day."

"It could be worse, I suppose," Seivarden said. "Plants here can be really annoying."

She did her best to seem relaxed and unbothered.

"Apparently so," Fjord agreed. "At least they seem to be mollified after the first kiss."

He shot some lingering mistletoe a warning look. It backed away slightly.

Well, it had been a good kiss.

Seivarden did her best not to think about how it would feel to have those claws run across her skin. Being pressed against Fjord's chest had been... pleasant. She had more or less given up on trying to find it disturbing to think about.

"At least for a while," she said lightly

"Well, in the meantime, I intend to relax as much as I possibly can."

Relax with a sword in his hand. Totally normal thing to do. He exhaled a sigh, sank back in the water a little more, and leaned his head back. All the better for unwittingly showing off his strong jaw and the way his muscles shifted in his shoulders as he rested his elbows up on the edge of the bath.

That was... well, it was a nice view. Seivarden closed her eyes.

"Sounds like a good plan," she said, trying not to think of other good ways of relaxing.

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