Kissing Thursday

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Good Thursday to one and all, darlings, I remain classics_lover, hosting this week. Today's theme is simple, but hopefully will prove popular: Kisses. Prompts must feature kisses of any kind. Maybe a dog is kissing his master, maybe it's a first kiss, last kiss, a simple peck on the cheek or a kiss that leads to something more. Have fun!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

😗 Greek Myth, Hector/Helen, a peck on the cheek

😗 Any fandom with a dog, dog + any, doggie kisses

😗 Dragon Age, any/any, favourite kiss

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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Greek Myth, Hector/Helen, a peck on the cheek

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

It was surprisingly easy to keep their affair quiet from the other Trojans: Paris was too preoccupied with his own consequence, Priam had far bigger problems than who was shagging whom, Aeneas wasn't interested in anything beyond his own family. They had to be circumspect, but by no means did they need to avoid one another. And the rush of pleasure she got from Hector's peck on the cheek made the risk of discovery worthwhile.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any fandom with a dog, dog + any, doggie kisses

Fill: A Dog's Breakfast, Mars the Dog and Patrick

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Mars snored. Mars kicked. Mars hogged the blankets and took up most of the bed. He had bad breath and he never had constructive criticism for Patrick's latest business ideas.

But sometimes, after a bad day, when Patrick couldn't face the world, couldn't stare at the blank spaces in the house where his parents' memories had been, Mars would cuddle beside him and, when watching his sister's stupid scifi TV show made him miss her so fiercely it hurt, grace him with a little doggie kiss, and maybe he could get through tomorrow after all.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, any/any, favourite kiss

FILL: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Lace Harding/Josephine Montilyet - Flowers

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Lace Harding was sitting in the Outskirts Camp in Hinterlands, helping the requisition officer with making a list of all the resources Inquisitor Cadash had collected on the way to and from Redcliffe. It looked like they would have to send scouts for additional chests to pack everything, because there were almost five bags of various kinds of metals alone.

She was about to check the contents of the last bag, which, according to what Sera had said, was "weed, weed and some more weed," when she heard two people approaching her. Dorian snorted at something the Inquisitor said and Lace turned around to see the dwarf carrying next two bags, Dorian walking next to him.

"Don't pretend yer not impressed. It was a fine technique I used there," the Inquisitor said and Dorian raised one eyebrow at him.

"I have to admit, I have never seen anyone using an axe quite like that."

"It was all a part of the plan," Cadash smirked, winking at Dorian, before he turned to look at Lace, placing the bags next to the other ones gently. "Here ya go. We found some more herbs, some of it pretty rare, or so Dorian says."

The Inquisitor stretched his arms above his head, telling her he’d help her to arrange all the herbs as soon as he eats something and she smiled, promising to leave one or two bags for him.

She heard them walk away, Dorian teasing Inquisitor Cadash about his fighting technique again, as she got back to work. Getting everything out and arranging always took some time, but she didn’t mind. It’s not like there was anything else for her to do that day.

She managed to organize elfroot, embrium and blood lotus in piles, but as she took out another herb from the bag it was not any of the three she had expected to find. It was a Crystal Grace. Even if she wasn’t sure how much time had passed since the Inquisitor collected it, the plant’s flowers still looked intact and beautiful. Touching the light blue petals gently with one finger, she couldn’t help smiling.

Right away she thought of similar flowers she had collected when she had been preparing a bouquet for Josephine a few weeks back. She had been on a mission in Hinterlands then, too, and she had spent all her breaks collecting all the flowers she thought Josephine would like, a thank you gift for all the help and notes Josephine had been sending her, little gifts that had never failed to make Lace smile.

Unlike the previous ones, Lace had handed that bouquet in person, hoping she hadn’t misread anything, and it was also the first time Josephine had kissed her. It had been a shy and gentle kiss, a barely-there press of the Ambassador’s soft lips against the corner of hers, but to Lace it was perfect. They shared many kisses since that memorable day, but their first one will always be her favourite.


Moving back, Josephine had looked down at the flowers, her lips curling in a small smile when she had noticed one flower of a Crystal Grace among them. She had mentioned that no one had given her any of them before, and since then, whenever Lace was gathering herbs she always made sure to find at least one flower of Crystal Grace, just to see this gentle smile on Josephine’s face again.

“Is there something wrong with that flower?”

Lace looked up to see the Inquisitor looking at her, clearly confused and scratching his head. How long was she sitting there and looking at the flower, she wasn’t sure, but she smiled at the Inquisitor when he walked up to her.

“No, I was just thinking about something.”

“Would this ‘something’ involve, perhaps, contemplating a gift for our resident Ambassador?” Dorian asked, looking at the herb Lace placed carefully in her satchel. She could feel a blush rising to her cheeks at Dorian’s question.

“Maybe.”

“There were more of those near the farms, ya know,” Inquisitor Cadash said, opening the next bag of herbs. “I might’ve accidentally stepped on some, but I tried not to crush too many.”

“That was very considerate of you, Inquisitor,” Lace joked and he snorted.

“I’m always happy to help.”

Lace went back to arranging the herbs, already planning to collect flowers for the next bouquet.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Iron Man movies, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, making out

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

For all that Tony Stark was a self-absorbed, egotistical man; he wasn’t as bad as the newspapers and tabloids made him out to be. Pepper hadn’t intended to fall in love with him, had expected when she did that she would be constantly disappointed, but she’d been pleasantly surprised.

The science always came first. And he did tend to get distracted. Not to mention his inability to buy an appropriate present without a diagram and step by step instructions.

But there was one thing that Tony Stark excelled at. His focus when they were making out was phenomenal. When he was in the mood to treat her, all of that fabulous, beautiful brain power was focused on Pepper.

He knew how to tease and tempt, pressing kisses into her skin. Kissing wasn’t a way to the main event, it was the main event.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Kel/any, sweet, sweet kisses

not a fill yet

[tigriswolf]

I'm assuming you want romantic and not platonic?

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any male character, first time kissing a boy

Fill: Dollhouse/SGA John Sheppard and Joe

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Dude, you gotta do this for me." John kept his voice low.

Joe glanced over his shoulder at the gaggle of girls who were sprawled across the couch. All of them were wearing scraps of designer fabric. He was pretty sure they were more interested in John's money than John, but John threw awesome parties, so maybe that was some of it too.

"But we're friends," Joe said. "I don't like you like that."

"You don't have to," John said. "But Sheila's really hot, and –"

Joe had never done this before, but he wasn't about to tell John that. "Fine. Gimme some of that Bailey's."

John handed him the bottle.

Joe took a long swallow, set the bottle aside, and yanked John in for a kiss. It was messy and painful and there was too much teeth, but then John gentled it, slowed it, and kissing another boy wasn't so bad after all. No soft curves to cuddle against. The rasp of John's five o'clock shadow. Kinda fun, actually.

The girls on the couch whooping made Joe start, try to break apart, but John cupped a hand around his jaw and kept him closed.

The kiss ended when Sheila yanked John back and tugged him into a kiss, and John fell into her arms, laughing into her mouth.

Another girl smiled at Joe, beckoned, and he hesitated for only a second.

He didn't notice the speculative look John cast him before he let Sheila lead him upstairs.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, kisses are comfort

Fill: Math nerd!John AU; McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

(Tag to The Long Goodbye)

Rodney was in the middle of a fierce argument with Zelenka about what to do with the stupid imprint pods (destroy them, obviously!) when John appeared in the doorway of the lab. His expression was pale and drawn, and his hands were curled tightly into fists.

Zelenka looked between John and Rodney and said, "I'll go now," signing a clumsy see you later before hurrying out of the lab.

Rodney straightened up, turned to fully face John before he spoke and signed (John could lip read best when people looked at him straight on). "Hey, how are you doing?" He'd been waiting for Beckett to send word that John and Elizabeth could be released from the infirmary.

John held out one fist, uncurled it, and there, on his palm, was a single shiny silver token.

Rodney was across the lab in an instant. He tugged John to him and held him, and John was shaking all over, and Rodney was making useless soothing noises as he rubbed John's arms, smoothed a hand up and down his back.

John pulled back, held up the coin again, and Rodney nodded, accepted it, pocketed it.

John closed his eyes, and Rodney leaned in, kissed him. John tugged him close, hands fisted in his jacket, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, like he was drowning and Rodney was his only source of oxygen, and before Rodney knew what was what, John was crying, and Rodney had to swipe a hand over the lab door mechanism and lock it.

John sank to his knees, and Rodney knelt with him.

They'd agreed to let John take on Thelan's imprint because John was harmless, right? Another scientist. Sure, Lorne had trained him some, he'd held his own during the Genii incursion last year, but with John's disability, Lorne would have to translate, so any conversation Phoebus had with Thelan would be monitored and controlled by Atlantis personnel out of necessity.

No one had known how deep John's connection with Atlantis was, that even if he couldn't hear Atlantis could patch other people's communication through to him in an emergency (and suddenly his superhero antics during the Genii incursion made so much more sense). No one - with the exception of Rodney and possibly Lorne - had known that John could actually talk.

But Thelan had made him talk, used his voice to taunt Phoebus across the comms.

And now everyone knew, and John, when he'd finally come out of it, had refused to look at anyone, talk to them, even mouth words when he signed.

Rodney held John, feeling useless and furious and aching for John, and then John's sobs subsided. He pulled back, cupped Rodney's face in his hands, and said, aloud,

"Listen to me."

He never used that turn of phrase. Pay attention or Look at me or See here but never that.

"Listen to me," he said again, voice trembling, "because I can only say this once. I lost my hearing when I was sixteen..."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, midnight kiss on New Year's Eve

Fill: SGA, math nerd!John AU, McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Finding John during a party was like trying to find the Holy Grail blind, in the dark, and without a map. Everyone Rodney asked had a different and wildly inconsistent answer. He was in the kitchen with the marines helping them decorate cupcakes. He was in control, supervising the final countdown, because as the chief mathematician it had somehow fallen to him to coordinate all the clocks in Atlantis. He was in the jumper bay, helping Lorne and Beckett give rides to the Athosian kids. He was in the lab, doing one last-minute calculation.

Every time Rodney got to his destination, he'd either just missed John or John hadn't been there at all.

After the fifteenth attempt, Rodney was starting to suspect someone was playing a prank on him, because Parrish didn't have a poker face for crap, and he'd definitely been smirking before he turned away from Rodney.

And Rodney had to find John, because there was less than five minutes till the stupid ball dropped, and he'd first started looking for John an hour ago and –

"Hey, heard you were looking for me."

The voice in Rodney's ear startled him so badly he actually jumped. He spun around. John straightened up, grinning, and said with his hands, "I've been informed you were looking for me."

"You were informed correctly."

"I've been waiting here this entire time," John said, gesturing to the balcony around him. It was surprisingly empty.

"Here? Why?"

"Look around." John's grin was unbearably smug.

"It's a balcony."

"It's where we had our first kiss," John said.

Rodney threw his hands up in exasperation. "That's why I've been trying to find you. So we can kiss. At midnight."

John waggled his eyebrows. "You found me. So now what are you going to do with me?"

The voices inside turned from chatter to chorus.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

"They're counting down," Rodney said.

"And?"

"Come here and kiss me," Rodney said.

John stepped forward, and as their lips met, cheers exploded from the other side of the door.

"Happy New Year, Atlantis!"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The taste of her cherry Chapstick

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse, John/Rodney

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan had sent Rodney a text message a couple of hours ago and said that they were done shopping for the day. Also he'd included some vaguely threatening allusion to Rodney owing him for not going shopping with them, but Rodney had been running a delicate experiment in the lab on base.

Really.

The house was quiet, so Rodney kicked off his shoes and started up the stairs, and halfway up the stairs he heard it.

Music.

Not the kind of music Evan or John or Joe listened to.

Rodney prowled closer to the dance studio and – there.

John was wearing black dance pants and a tank top and a pair of black ballet shoes, and he –

No. Traci dancing. And she danced beautifully. Rodney didn't recognize the song – some man with a deep soulful voice singing about sharpening knives – but he didn't care because he was transfixed by the line of Traci's body when she leapt, the breathtaking pirouettes she could do, one right after the other.

She noticed him halfway through a turn and stopped, picked up the remote for the sound system and either stopped or paused the music. As she walked toward him, her gait shifted from the toe-heel of a ballet dancer to John's familiar confident stride.

"Hey, Rodney," John said, and tugged him into a kiss.

Rodney accepted the kiss gratefully; he'd missed John all day. Halfway through the kiss, he realized something was off, something was –

He pulled back. "Is that – are you wearing cherry Chapstick?"

John blinked at him. "What? Oh. Probably Traci's doing. I dozed most of the day. Why?"

"Just – unexpected."

"Sorry, did it taste bad?"

"No." Rodney studied John. It was rare that John let one of his imprints have full reign so completely for so long. "I only – are you wearing eyeliner?"

"Probably." John shrugged. "Let me get changed and scrub off and we can eat some of the leftovers of whatever Evan made earlier."

Rodney studied John's face, the way the kohl around his eyes made them look wide and dark. He leaned in and kissed John again, savored the flavor of cherry on his lips.

"How about we start with dessert instead?"

John's grin was sly and pleased and just a little bit Traci. "Sure. Life is short. Have dessert first."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Barry/Leonard, kiss that leaves you breathless

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Jay Garrick/Harrison Wells, kissing degenerates into biting

Fill: Kill your Prayers [The Flash, Jay/E2!Wells, 15]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

It's never just a conversation with them. He always goes to Wells with the best intentions, to talk and try to find some common ground between them, but it always escalates beyond the point of sense. They start off talking, continue yelling and before he knows it his clothes are all over the floor. Again.

"You are aware that I don't have regenerative capabilities anymore?" He asks sourly, pulling himself up and bending to peer into the nearest mirror. As expected, vivid bruises litter his throat like little reminders of how dumb this whole thing is, "dang, I'm going to have to buy a new turtleneck."

"Dang?" Wells asks incredulously, ever willing to be the dick, and props himself up on his elbows. When he glances back, against his better judgement, he actually blesses the fact that he doesn't have a Speedforce constitution to tempt him. The way that Wells looks like that, buck naked and sprawled out like a platter... It'd just start the whole thing all over again, "and I'm about as interested in your lack of regenerative capabilities as you are in my current age."

"And what," he snaps, glaring despite himself. As ever, unable to help it around the uniquely frustrating presence of Wells, "is that supposed to mean?"

"Only that I'm no longer a young man," Wells says innocently, and finally pushes himself up to a sitting position. Gives a long stretch that can only be described as indecent, "and thus unable to bend in the ways that you apparently expect me to. If a trip to the hospital results after one of our liaisons-"

"You do pretty well, for all your complaining," he grumbles, distracted. And only realizes what he's said, what trap he's blundered into, when Wells starts smirking, "I mean... You're not that old, and you're not going to need to go to the hospital."

"Why, thank you," Wells purrs, smirk still firmly in face. God, sometimes he just wants to grab the man and shake the smugness off his face. Sometimes he just wants to pin the man down and- no, he's not getting into that again, "but how do you know? If you push me too far next time, bend my leg just a little too high..."

"That's not going to happen," he grunts, and forces himself to take a deep breath. He has to stick to his morals, stick to his resolutions, or else pay the price "...Because there's not going to be a next time."

"Oh?" Wells only rolls his eyes, and he hates how that expression always gets him going, "is it that time of the night already?"

"I mean it this time. I'm not going to come down here again, I'm not going to rise to your bait, I'm not going to kiss you ever again and I'm certainly not going to..." He grinds to a halt, as Wells only rolls his eyes again. Grits his teeth with feeling, "why do you always have to be such a dick?"

"Because it's in my nature," Wells smiles at him, and stands up smoothly - saunters right across the room, until they're in each other's space again, and smirks right up into his face, "the real question is, why do you rise to it so easily?"

...He bends to grab his clothes, almost jogs out of the room as Wells starts chuckling behind him. The thing about resolutions is that they're far easier to keep, when the object of them isn't standing right there in all his naked glory.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, Fenris/Anders, yelling and arguing ends in a surprise kiss

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan, every kiss is a fight for dominance

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Kara Danvers/Maxwell Lord, his kisses are surprisingly gentle

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Starfire (comics), Kori/Stella Gomez,

Kiss me,
Out by the bearded Barley

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League International, Booster Gold/Ted Kord, making out for hours

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Blake and Avery Adventures – MJ Carter, Jeremiah Blake/William Avery, first kiss

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse (BtVS and/or AtS). Buffy/Angel. Five kisses

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any. Five people they've kissed.

Fill: Dollhouse, Victor

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Roger kissed Adelle because he was programmed to.

Victor kissed Sierra because it was the only thing that made sense in his fractured little world.

Anthony kissed Priya because he loved her, and he could.

Anthony kissed Topher to shut him up, because it was an emergency, and it was the only thing that worked.

Anthony kissed Ballard when the guards at the Rossum facility rounded the corner, tugged the startled man into his arms and laid one on him and shoved a hand into his back pocket forever. Because Ballard had been an FBI agent and was a pro, he didn't make a sound, and he only hesitated for a second before kissing back. There was a sweep of a flashlight beam, and Anthony forced himself not to stop kissing Ballard, and one of the guards made a disgusted noise, and then the guards were gone.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any crossover. any/any. Kissing a (almost) stranger.

Star Wars/Agents of SHIELD, Melinda May/Han Solo, Fanservice.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Melinda May was a teenager when she had her first crush. No it wasn't a boy from class or a neighbor. It was a fictional character. She had gone to see the movie Star Wars with a few friends and fell madly in love with the Rakishly Handsome Smuggler Han Solo.

Melinda liked how he was tall and dangerous, but at the same time a gentleman to women such as Leia. Han was the center of her desire, many lurid dreams and fantasies. It was a crush that even though she was dawning close to the Age of 50, that lasted for decades.

It was why when it turned out that Han Solo was not only a real person, but standing before her due to some portal Fitzsimmons had opened...even though he wasn't the young robust version Harrison Ford played in the 70s but the older version she saw in December, Melinda's guard went down. She found himself leaping into his arms and planting a long passionate kiss on his lips.

Han, meanwhile, stood with his arms in the air at a loss of what to do. One minute he was falling after he was impaled by his own son and now he was in this strange place with an unusual woman kissing him.

But the stranger seemed so eager to kiss him. Maybe she wanted to do it for a while. Han sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist. He might as well indulge her just this once.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. tequila kisses

Fill: High School Musical - Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans - Second Hand

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Ryan had never been a fan of tequila. It was so pedestrian and juvenile. At least vodka had martinis to redeem it. Tequila though, it just screamed sneaking over the border to get drunk and laid. That was until Chad downed a shot, smirked then leaned in and kissed Ryan right on the lips. He still wouldn't touch the stuff on his own, but he had to admit it tasted damn good on Chad.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Judas kiss

[sapphire2309]

any, any, kiss with teeth

Not a Fill

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

I have a couple of fandoms I'm considering for this. Hopefully one of them is one you like.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, their first kiss in public

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

Darcy stared at the newspapers in front of her. She’d thought it would just be the tabloids, but it seemed to be almost every paper. Although Stark got his newspapers virtually since the Avengers had moved into the Tower, he’d started having actual papers delivered in deference to the sensibilities of Steve (and surprisingly Bruce).

Today though, she was sorry the papers were all waiting on the table for them. She might have been able to hide one or two, but there was no way she could make six papers disappear. And not be questioned when the others made to the common room.

Staring up at her, in color in four of the six papers, was a beautiful picture of a dark and curly haired girl. She was wrapped up in the arms of a massive blonde who made her look even more petite than she actually was. Their lips were pressed together in what was surely a passionate kiss. And any other time she would enjoy the hell out of seeing how much Steve Rogers enjoyed kissing her. But it had been their first kiss in public and it was now immortalized with the words, “Cap’s Best Girl?”

It was not how she had wanted the world to find out.

“They still refer to women as ‘Best Girl’s?”

Darcy jumped and squeaked at the question before spinning around, the paper she’d been examining clutched to her bosom. Once she’d calmed down, she answered him, “I think the word choice was due to you, not that it’s still used.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her hello. “We’ll have to make sure to give them more opportunities to decide if you are my best girl.”

Darcy melted into the kiss, glad he didn’t seem annoyed their private moment had been captured for prosperity.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Young Wizards, Nita Callahan/Kit Rodriguez, first kiss