[ 73rd consult | open action ]

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson knows what's going on today, but that doesn't stop him from going in to work. So he moves as swiftly as he can through the streets on his way both to and from the hospital, knowing all too well that even that probably won't keep him entirely out of the line of fire kisses.

Still, it'll probably manage to cut back on the kisses he receives in transit. And at work-- well, there's only so much he can do. He does need to be there, after all, and he's not about to turn his back on a responsibility.]



[ooc: Feel free to hit him up on his walk to or from work, or at the hospital itself. :D]

Comments

[boutant]

[ The problem with only being a whopping 5 feet and one inch tall is that you're very easy to miss when people are attempting to scramble through the streets. When you're attempting to do the same thing, ducking underneath people, it leads to situations like this -- that is, Ariadne attempting to dodge someone and landing smack into Wilson's side. ]

Ow.

[dr_conscience]

[With him standing at an even six feet, that must be a terrible collision for her... which he's very aware of, stepping back and putting an arm out to the side to try to shield her from anyone else ramming into her as she recovers from it.]

I'm so sorry -- are you alright?

[boutant]

[ Thanks for the shield, Wilson. She appreciates it. She also recognizes his voice, so after a moment of holding her hand up so she can recover, she laughs slightly. ]

Figments of my imagination shouldn't be so solid.

[dr_conscience]

[He smirks at that, a gentle chuckle accompanying it.]

That sounds like an issue you need to take up with your subconscious.

[boutant]

I'll try and do that, but it is my subconscious.

[ Ew, she sounds like Cobb. ]

[dr_conscience]

So, deliver the complaint via subliminal messaging. Very simple.

[The slight smirk, just in case it wasn't already obvious, underlines the total lack of anything approaching seriousness in that statement. But... it lingers. And that shielding arm hasn't lowered yet.]

[boutant]

But I'd know I put the message there.

[ Like inception. Not that she's really thinking about inception right now. Instead she's thinking about how he really does look better when he smiles -- well, smirks -- and moving a bit closer. ]

Someone else would have to do it.

[dr_conscience]

And I can't do it because now you're expecting it. I'll have to find an uninvolved third party.

[That smirk's shifting into a softer, warmer smile... he moves closer, too, his arm finding its way from shielding her to resting on her shoulder. Part of him knows what's happening, but that part is so far from conscious it doesn't even matter. The curse already has him leaning way, way down to go in for the kiss.]

[boutant]

I'll let you know--

[ Let him know what? It doesn't matter right now. Leaning up as much as she can to meet him for that kiss does, though. Her own arms move up to wrap around his neck, despite the reach. ]

[dr_conscience]

[Sensing she might need some help there, his arms hook around her waist to offer some support as she reaches - and maybe just a bit of a lift if she needs it.]

[boutant]

[ She doesn't mind some lift at all; it wouldn't be the first time today. Do you like hands in your hair, Wilson? Because they're ending up there. ]

[dr_conscience]

[He's certainly not complaining about it, his hands having met in the small of her back to provide that lift. The kiss itself is the sort of soft, sweet and lingering touch you'd probably expect from someone of his demeanor - though as it persists, it does start to gain a touch of fierceness.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne has no complaints about soft, sweet and lingering, hands lightly sliding through his hair as it stays that way. She reacts to the fierceness, however, pushing a bit more into the kiss and tightening her hands in his hair. ]

[dr_conscience]

[It's gradual, similar to how the fierceness started to build, but he does tighten his grasp around her waist as the intensity shifts, his palms flat against her back as he helps to pull her into the kiss.]

[boutant]

[ On top of being short, she's slender, and it should take Wilson barely any effort at all to pull and position her just where he wants her -- especially since she's not resisting, instead pressing into him and the kiss. ]