Mitte was as alive as she could get with a warm body against her. The thud of his heart loud enough to be hers, the press of his mouth making her gasp like she needed air. Every time she shifted against his covers a fresh hit of Kristoff's smell washed up, and he was above her, kissing her, wrapping her up in it all. It made her head swim in the best way, his hands hot and teasing, her whole body humming with pleasure. She rocked up into his touch, wet and aching for more. Mutual torture. Bliss. Mitte whined, her whole face twisting up before she giggled, lifting her hips for him to take off the last of her clothes. His clothes.

She didn't pay attention to where they went, or what it meant that she might put them back on before she slipped out the window later. She grabbed for Kristoff again instead, abandoning all those stupid thoughts against his mouth, lips trailing down his neck not long after. Mitte sucked at the skin over his pulse point, teeth scraping ever so gently at the spot before she pulled away with a groan, changing focus before she could get carried away. Her hands left his hair to move lower, sliding over the muscles of his back to the waistband of his own joggers, "yours too." She instructed, hooking her thumbs under the waistband and wriggling them down the little that she could.

the lion, the lamb and the open window || mistoff

If they suspected her teeth was as sharp as they'd been in their dreams, they didn't let on in any way Mitte could see. Did it matter? The handful of people who knew, they were all cool with it- even Kristoff, who'd found out in the worst way- but she was also sleeping with most of those people which probably played into it. Nick and Tony weren't her friends or her fuck buddies, though. They were just two guy she didn't actually know, that Swynlake found humour in nudging her towards.

She grinned up at Nick, squeezing his arm in thanks, laying on the charm real nice and thick. Forget the strange and stressed out version of herself they'd seen in another life, this could be who she really was. Yeah, angel, why not. "Oh! And tell the cute bartender with the lip ring I want a martini with a lemon twist." Mitte tacked on, smiling sweetly and letting her gaze wander to the guy in question- he'd probably be finishing up to late to make a meal, but still.

"Cheers to... Uninterrupted sleep!" Mitte giggled and took the shot, affecting a shudder as it went down as if it tasted like anything at all anymore. She pouted a bit at Tony as he told her off, leaning her arms against the bartop, "I can't ditch you, I didn't even come out with you. Point of fact- you're not even out, you're at work. And you're right, the night is young. So I want to bag a hottie before they're all snatched up." She smoothed a hand down her miniskirt, "Nick's here, is he not entertainment enough for you?"

@wilde-fun @foreverydinger

Make Mine With a Twist || Mitte, Nick, & Tony

Mitte hummed in acknowledgement, satisfied enough by the theory as she resumed mouthng her way down Boo's neck. Could be spices, could be some co-workers perfume caught on her, she didn't really care. There was enough of her usual smell lingering, and Mitte's attention was successfuly re-focused regardless as their bodies pressed together closer.

She slipped her hands under Boo's top, nails scratching gently up her back, the shiver that followed her fingers enough to make Mitte start to feel needy. She took enough of a step back to wrap her hands around Boo's thighs, liftng them around her own waist carry her to the couch. Once they were settled on the couch with Boo in her lap, straddling her hips, Mitte kissed her again hungrily, "should test the couch a little, too." She reasoned, mumbled against her mouth as one hand carded through her hair, pushing it back over her shoulders.

@boointhenight

Creatures of the Night | Mitte & Boo

Mitte had never really had a proper job. Not a traditional, legal one, that paid in clean money, anyway. When she'd worked for a drug dealer the way he'd sliced into her side in that alley was as close to being fired as she'd gotten. So, genuine empathy was out here, but it wasn't like she had a knack for that anyway. Might as well go for what she knew usually did the trick to cheer someone up.

She cupped Evangeline's cheek as they kissed, humming against her lips. It was so uncomplicated with her, she basically believed whatever Mitte said without pausing. She was lucky Mitte mostly just wanted her blood and her mouth. Miss Song, huh? Eesh, that'd be a little bit of worlds colliding- not that Evy cared if Mitte saw other people, but she was keen to avoid any further rumours that Kristoff might be her boyfriend, and Snow had been on that hellishly awkward double date. Mitte bit back a chuckle at her theatrics, dailing it down to an affectionate smile, turning on her side to look at Evy, an arm loose around her waist. "Don't fret, sweetheart." She murmured, "you're not bad at everything. You're a very good kisser, and a top notch neighbor, to start." She grinned, trying to coax a giggle out of the other woman, "I'm sure I could convince her to give you another shot, but if that job stressed you out we can find you a better one. One where you can't break anything- or maybe one where you have to break everything?"

@evangelinee

Thats When Good Neighbours Become Good Friends || Mitte & Evangeline

BIB

I got three questions asking me to talk about bib... I'm taking my chance to go over their past, present, and future! Chapter 1: The Past

Whew, guys, it began with an on call single dad and a collegue I sure hope knows they sparked the romance of the century. Willis needed a last minute sitter for a then 11 year old Tibby, and Babette was there, with double chocolate chip cookies to boot. Babette was fur sure heart eyes from day one for how caring of a father he was. Somehow even with their hectic schedules they managed to form a friendship over late night dinners and going to townhall events together.

I so much enjoyed the tension that started to permeate all their interractions when they fell for eachother, and the Texan dream that paired them together as a happily married couple totally changed the game for them, because it made their feelings so much harder to deny, even when Babette asked if they could forget about it.

Their New Years confession? A moment for the history books, absolutely iconic. Tibbs admitting he was sure half the town had to have seen how he felt about her? Babette finally opening up about her curse? Tibbs just so nonplussed and ready to help anyway?!? I'll never be over it.

late to the game but evy and belle for PowerPoint

How did you solve a problem like Toby?

Well, Mitte was just gonna keep throwing stuff aat the wall until something stuck. He had to have a use, otherwise he was just this dude she ate pizza with- in that brief, delicious window she could eat food again- and threw a party for. Sure it was fun, but to what end?

So she was using him as a wingman-- in a little more nuanced of a way than Toby was aware of, but he was the perfect non-threatening friend. They were going to be hanging out at a classy little joint, so Mitte could scope out wealthy single folk- or wealthy married folk, whatever opportunity came first.

She waltzed around the corner only a couple of minutes late, calling Toby's attention with a whistle and a big wave from across the street, wrapping one arm around him in a quick hug, "sorry I'm late buddy!" Mitte lied, fluffing her hair up a bit as she stepped back, "okay! You ready for a fun night? I need to let loose a little- and find a new sweetie to buy me things- you down to be my wingman? Drinks are on me!"

[outfit]

@toby-determined

A Night Out On The Town || Moby

Cass, Bitte(n)

Oooh do Elena and Marlin/Mu-yeol

Elette! :D

⚠ mitte

⚠ bib

⚠ tanya!

Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.

Mitte took no issue with his eagerness- hey, the excitement was a compliment, and sex was one arena she was always honest in. Honest enough to be just as excited as she followed him, watching his pupils dilate and his pulse jump as he took her in half naked. She reveled in how unabashed and out of his head Kristoff was as she arched into the warmth of his touch and tangled her hand in his hair, moaning softly while his lips trailed her body.

Maybe this really would destroy their friendship like they'd both fretted over so much in their dreams. Maybe that was part of why she wanted to do it. To test things, or sabotage them. To be the fox in her own hen house. Right now, Mitte didn't care what she might be ruining. He was the solution to the itching under her skin, the urge for something new; the bottom of the lake had been just that, and she was still hungry for satisfaction.

She kissed him again, harder, their bodies pressed together enough that she could feel the thrum of his heartbeat against her own chest and almost fool herself she was still alive. Her hand slipped between them and past the waistband of Kristoff's joggers, wrapping around his hardening cock to slide up and down the length of it a few times- just enough to get him desperate, as if he already hadn't been- before falling back into his mattress, pulling him along with her.

the lion, the lamb and the open window || mistoff

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