Thursday: Kissing
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Today's theme is kissing. Slow, sensuous making out, pecks on the cheek, eskimo kisses, anything and everything kissing-related!
As always, remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space!
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Psych, Jules/Lassiter, making out on a stakeout is probably a little unprofessional
Teen Wolf, Allison/Erica, an up-close, in-your-face argument has an unexpected end
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Cas is suspiciously good at kissing for a nerdy virgin angel, in Dean's opinion...
Enjoy!
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kim47 here :) Today's theme is kissing. Slow, sensuous making out, pecks on the cheek, eskimo kisses, anything and everything kissing-related!
As always, remember the rules:
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Enjoy!
tag=kissing
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 01:20 pm (UTC)This Close, Steve/Danny, PG-13
Date: 2012-09-20 05:49 pm (UTC)He realized how much Steve meant to him. Even the simple things between them, the way he said "Book 'Em Danno", the way he took control of the car, the way he called him "Daniel" and the stupid risks that made the hair stand up on his head...it brought to life something that had long been, love.
One week after the fateful incident they stand face to face. Nothing is spoken between them, just silent gazes. Danny knows just by the way he looks at him, Steve feels the same way. But the great daredevil doesn't do a thing. He just stands. Danny makes the first move pushing Steve against the wall. He is breathing harshly mouth opening inviting him in. The Detective looks into The SEAL's eyes hungrily moving in for the kill.
It is a simple peck on the lips at first. Nothing too soft nothing too hard, but it isn't enough.
"Steven," He whispers.
"Daniel," Steve replies.
This time when Danny moves in he kisses him...hard. Lips crash roughly against each other, as their bodies move in time. Steve's hands move to touch his waist balancing him. It feels perfect. Groans leave their lips between breaths. Steve smiles against his lips Danny could feel it. And it sends warmth through his body, he cannot help but smile too.
Steve pulls back a moment running a hand against Danny's face before moving into kiss him again.
"You with me Danno," He whispers against his lips.
"Always," He whispers, "I love you big neanderthal."
Steve chuckles and pulls back and rests his nose against Danny's. Danny made a deep shuddering breath.
"And I love you too, for as long as I live."
And for the first time in a long time, Danny Williams believed in love.
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:28 pm (UTC)Not the First Time, Cross/Byer (The Bourne Legacy)
Date: 2013-02-27 06:05 am (UTC)When Aaron Cross became curious about the taste of his boss's mouth, it wasn’t long before idle fantasy became reality. He was exceptional at taking action well before an opportunity presented itself to most people; it was even noted in his file.
Thus Eric Byer should have known better than to let his guard down around assets.
The retired colonel didn’t know how to react to the sudden contact until something primal -- desire, competitiveness, or dominance; it was unclear -- decided for him to reciprocate fervently.
Other sensations beyond taste were added bonuses that Aaron hadn’t considered previously. He mentally cataloged the soft feel of Byer's graying hair between his fingers and distinguished the alluring smell of his scent from his cologne.
Just as Byer’s touch inched lower, Aaron pulled away. Byer resisted pulling the asset back in by his loosened tie -- or strangling him with it.
Licking his lips, Aaron nodded to himself, satisfied.
"Thank you, sir."
Straightening his clothes, he turned and exited the elevator.
The next time they met in-person weeks later, Byer made sure it was Aaron who was left breathless.
Aaron thought it meant nothing -- simply Byer getting even. He couldn’t afford to think anything else.
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 01:39 pm (UTC)blurring the lines [Doofenshmirtz/Perry]
Date: 2012-09-20 03:18 pm (UTC)There's a very pink, very large giraffe craning it's neck into Angie-Lou's Tri-Name Nursery, all the way from Lower Manhattan St.
"Something I made actually worked!"
Perry remains stone still. This is not - good... Agitated, Perry blinks at the giraffe.
He didn't stop Doofenshmirtz in time. That's what he does, and he didn't do it.
Yet, there is the fact that he's just seen one of Heinz' ridiculous inventions actually work in its intended manner. That's gotta be -
"This is a historical moment," Dr. Doofenshmirts cries giddily, slapping his knees as he dances around the rooftop in a circle. Perry blinks at him, too.
Then Heinz turns on him, smiling, not deviously, but warmly. "Perry the Platypus," he says. Perry gets a nauseating wave of apprehension. He shakes his head, and takes a step backward, turning his body parallel to the wall of the roof closest to them.
In warning, Perry chatters his teeth. Heinz just smiles wider then, and jumps right up to Perry, taking his hands and begins dancing them all around the sun-hot roof.
"Oh, Perry the Platypus, I've done it!" Perry rolls his eyes. Enough already. Then Heinz lifts Perry by his arms and pulls him close, and fast, and - Perry's eyes go impossibly wide.
And so do Heinz' even as his lips stay right at the end of Perry's beak. "Perry the Platypus?" Heinz asks through mostly-closed lips. Then pulls away, and drops Perry dramatically, who lands on his feet.
"If you tell anyone about this, I will never forgive you, Perry the Platypus! Now leave me alone while I put away my new pet!" he yells, rushing away from the scene of the crime.
Perry blinks again, this time in shock, rather than irritation. And he watches as Dr. Doofenshmirtz transforms the giraffe into the size of a mule before transporting it safely to his roof.
That all of this works, is not a match for what just happened.
The line of Perry's mouth slowly curves down.
Then, inhaling deep, Perry squares his shoulders, puffs out his chest and walks over to Doofenshmirtz, who is gently pushing his giraffe into his living space.
Perry reaches up, and taps Heinz on the shoulder. Then, when the Dr. looks over his shoulder at Perry, Perry holds out his hand. "What?" Heinz asks, suspicious. Perry, again, stretches his hand out in front of him pointedly.
Heinz grumbles something, but turns around and - "Oh. ...Okay, Perry the Platypus." Heinz shakes Perry the Platypus' hand.
Then Perry salutes him, and runs to the side of the building where he does a Swan Dive.
Neither of them smile as the day goes on. No, not even a sliver. Not a little bit. No. That doesn't count as a smile!
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:53 pm (UTC)Sherlock, Sherlock/John, the scientific method.
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Date: 2014-08-22 09:15 am (UTC)You Always Remember Your First Kiss
A/N: I wrote this last month for
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:54 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, kiss for luck.
Fill - Superstitions
Date: 2012-09-20 05:25 pm (UTC)It still slightly surprised him to turn at the door, en route to a mission, and find himself asking in dry amusement: "No kiss for luck, Finch?"
The sight of Finch's eyebrows shooting upwards, however, was more than enough to counterbalance the vague alarm at his own incautiousness. He carefully controlled the twitch of his mouth, and did his best not to outright smile at the sheer bemused alarm in Finch's face. The urge to provoke a reaction may no longer have been rooted in perversity, but it was still very amusing when it drew results.
"I'm not much given to superstition, Mr Reese," Finch answered, stiff and careful, still with that frown of vague confusion. "'Luck' is a fool's concept. I tend to prefer planning."
The smile spread beyond his control, at that. Not even for the stiff, almost affronted way Finch said it, but for the fact that, of all parts of that question, that was what Finch had taken offense to. Not the intimacy, but the irrationality.
John shook his head, and tried to at least keep his smile to inoffensive levels. "Of course," he murmured, and yes, there was some perversity in the touch of doubt he let slip into his tone, some childishness, maybe, in the vaguely needling edge. John refused to apologise for it. The fact of his own playfulness, and Finch's allowance of it, was too closely valued for that.
There was a pause as he turned and started down the corridor. Just a second, as John turned with the smile still on his face and Finch stared after him, expression still fixed in that faintly worried bemusement. And then ...
"Mr Reese!"
John blinked, startled at the edge of urgency in the tone, and turned back to Finch. Who had levered himself somewhat painfully to his feet, and stalked stiffly to the head of the corridor after him. John moved instantly back, now frowning in some worry himself.
Finch glared at him, stiff and disgruntled, and something else John wasn't sure he recognised. Not that he had much time to wonder, before Finch asked: "May I see your hand, please?", and he was too busy staring to worry about it.
"What?" he asked. Intelligently, and it occurred to him there that this might be some small vengeance, but Finch just shook his head impatiently and repeated the question.
"Your hand. May I see it?" He maintained the glare until John, now definitely confused, cautiously held out his right hand, palm up, and looked at him expectantly.
And then stared, in something very close to shock, as Finch impatiently took the hand in his, turned it the other way, and drew it up to press his lips to the back of John's knuckles in a dry and bizarrely courtly kiss.
"I'm not much given to superstition," Finch said again as he lowered it, smiling faintly at the open shock John knew was on his face. "But it occurs to me that I shouldn't tempt unknown forces into proving me wrong." He smiled, patting John's hand gently before letting it go. "Do be careful, Mr Reese?"
"... Sure," John managed, still staring incredulously as Finch let his own smile slip somewhat wider, a glint of amusement and that strange, other thing in his eyes as he turned carefully away.
And for some reason, though it may have been little more than a playful return of fire on Finch's part, John found his mood much improved for the rest of the day, and a strange, psychosomatic warmth lurking in the back of his right hand.
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From:Fill 2: I Should be So Lucky [Reese/Finch, Person of Interest, PG]
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:55 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, goodbye kiss.
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:57 pm (UTC)The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, undercover.
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Date: 2012-09-20 01:59 pm (UTC)V for Vendetta, V/Dominic, a kiss to build a dream on.
to be continued...
Date: 2012-09-20 04:33 pm (UTC)*plots*
Re: to be continued...
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Date: 2012-09-20 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 03:13 pm (UTC)He can feel the blood seeping around her hand, pressing into his heart and her eyes flash molten gold.
His breath is leaving his body, his eyes flicker (goldbluegoldblue). She nips at his bottom lip with a laugh, licks at the blood staining her fingers.
"Oh Merlin, you taste beautiful," she whispers in his ear, nails catching in his veins.
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Date: 2012-09-20 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 03:15 pm (UTC)Torchwood, Jack, A Kiss Won't Make This Booboo Better
Date: 2012-09-20 05:03 pm (UTC)The pain within feels like a vice grip, squeezing harder and harder until Jack lets out a strangled cry.
He hears a voice from the long buried past, his mother. She always said a kiss could make anything better. Words only a child would believe. What Jack wouldn't do to go back to that simple time, before the weight of the world was thrust upon his shoulders.
Jack closes his eyes for a moment to imagine the last time he felt Ianto's lips upon his and wishes it did not have to be after he took his last breath. The kiss that could not make everything better. He was gone forever.
This is a pain that will last forever. All the kisses in the world can not begin to ease the pain. Save for only the impossible one.
an: Sorry for the somber/angsty tone here. Don't know where it came from
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From:Leverage fill: Mileage; Eliot/Parker
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Date: 2012-09-20 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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