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Five kisses meme
From loads of people off my friends list, and they've all been fascinating to read. I like kissing - I'd even go so far as to say kissing is a definite kink for me, but looking at this selection of five kisses from my stories, it strikes me that they're not very descriptive of the kiss itself, but of what the characters are thinking, or smelling, or feeling. There's not much actual mechanical explanation of whose tongue is where, etc, in the later ones. In the earlier ones there is but I'm trying a bit too hard to fit in, I think.
In decending order of age, er, youngest first:
'Lovely,' Aziraphale said quietly, reaching up to brush a strand of Crowley's hair back from his forehead.
Mystified, Crowley was just about to ask him what he thought he was doing, and hadn't the joke gone far enough, when Aziraphale leant in and kissed him on the lips
'Nnng,' Crowley managed, his surprise so great that Aziraphale got a good few seconds of kissing in before Crowley pushed him away and leapt up from his seat.
'Obviously I didn't expect you to kiss me, I though you were joking,' he cried, before realising with a blush of utter shame that he'd completely blown his cool and in doing so had, without a doubt, laid himself open to Aziraphale's amusement for years to come.
'Poor thing,' Aziraphale said, favouring Crowley with an even more annoying smile. 'Quiet now,' he murmured, laying a soft finger over Crowley's lips, before leaning forward and kissing him once more.
Right, thought Crowley, the smug bastard's not getting one over on me again. Solemnly, Crowley let his lips fall open just the right amount and let his arms curl round Aziraphale's waist, intensely gratified to hear the angel give a small moan of pleasure at his touch.
The room had darkened and night had fallen by the time it occurred to Crowley to stop kissing Aziraphale. Under his hands the angel was trembling and dishevelled, his shirt untucked and his tie askew. Very carefully Aziraphale took Crowley's sunglasses off and looked into his eyes.
From A is for Angel
'Can I tell you something?' Aziraphale said eventually.
'Please do,' Crowley murmured, stretching himself out luxuriously, the better to soak up the heat.
There was another long pause. The sun beat down and the air was filled with the rhythmical crying of seagulls. A breeze played over his skin and Crowley began to drift, waiting patiently like a snake in the grass.
When Aziraphale's lips met his, he thought that he might be dreaming, until he felt his sunglasses being inexpertly slipped off his nose. He opened his eyes to see Aziraphale leaning over him. The angel raised his hand and slowly traced a finger over Crowley's cheekbone, along his jaw and down to his throat. Crowley trembled, and smiled.
'Tell me everything,' he said.
From Flowers of Earth
Lupin didn't know how to continue, but their clasped hands tightened and created a question that hung in the air, like a spider hanging on a thread, casting about for an anchor. It didn't take long for Snape to find an answer, except he didn't do it with words. Lupin supposed that he was good with unspoken meanings, being a Slytherin.
Lips touched his gently, the slightest of touches and Lupin closed his eyes, captivated by warmth and the nearness of another person. Then they were standing tight together, both seeming to act at the same moment. Lupin wrapped his arms round Snape's slim shoulders, and he gasped at the answering pressure round his waist. His head swam as he pressed closer and tightened his arms even more, his senses caught hopelessly in smooth skin and soft hair. Lupin leaned in to catch the scents trapped there. Smells of potions, and the damp early morning air. Strong fingers trailed up his back to the nape of his neck, and then slid up to his face. Snape murmured something unintelligible into his neck, and the touch of lips under his ear sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Lupin's belly. He didn't know what to think, he couldn't think at all. He couldn't even begin to guess what was going through Snape's mind, but they seemed to have the same idea, to cling on to each other mutely.
From Time Under Glass
"What took you so long?" Mulder breathed, looking at him as though he was a steak and Mulder a starving man. He shoved Krycek against the wall.
"Well? I've been waiting for you." Obviously not expecting an answer, Mulder moved close, and, slipping both arms around his neck, pulled Krycek close and kissed him.
Krycek's mind went blank with shock, and then, quickly, the clarity of lust took over. Mulder's body was glued to his, and he could feel the burning heat of Mulder's erection pressing into own. His stomach flipped over with desire. Mulder's lips were tracing a path over his lips and neck, they were so soft, yet firm, and Mulder's tongue licking little trails of fire over the sensitive skin of his throat
Hey, purple sex ensues! This story bites somewhat, so if you really want to read it you can find the link yourselves.
Their lips met tentatively at first, pressing gently. Mulder felt suspended in time, the moment seeming to last forever, every heartbeat loud and clear. Every thought muffled. What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? Whatever it was, it was good. Maybe he's an alien, Mulder thought, as the man beneath him shifted.
Mulder released Krycek's wrist and slid his arm under the other man's neck, fingers sliding under the wet shirt collar to stroke the silky skin. Krycek pressed up harder, tongue lightly flicking against Mulder's lower lip, sending a spike of lust to the other man's groin. Abruptly, Mulder pulled his head back, letting a swirl of cool air chase away the heat between them.
Damn, that story's pretty bad too. But it's fun to look back and wince. *winces*
In decending order of age, er, youngest first:
'Lovely,' Aziraphale said quietly, reaching up to brush a strand of Crowley's hair back from his forehead.
Mystified, Crowley was just about to ask him what he thought he was doing, and hadn't the joke gone far enough, when Aziraphale leant in and kissed him on the lips
'Nnng,' Crowley managed, his surprise so great that Aziraphale got a good few seconds of kissing in before Crowley pushed him away and leapt up from his seat.
'Obviously I didn't expect you to kiss me, I though you were joking,' he cried, before realising with a blush of utter shame that he'd completely blown his cool and in doing so had, without a doubt, laid himself open to Aziraphale's amusement for years to come.
'Poor thing,' Aziraphale said, favouring Crowley with an even more annoying smile. 'Quiet now,' he murmured, laying a soft finger over Crowley's lips, before leaning forward and kissing him once more.
Right, thought Crowley, the smug bastard's not getting one over on me again. Solemnly, Crowley let his lips fall open just the right amount and let his arms curl round Aziraphale's waist, intensely gratified to hear the angel give a small moan of pleasure at his touch.
The room had darkened and night had fallen by the time it occurred to Crowley to stop kissing Aziraphale. Under his hands the angel was trembling and dishevelled, his shirt untucked and his tie askew. Very carefully Aziraphale took Crowley's sunglasses off and looked into his eyes.
From A is for Angel
'Can I tell you something?' Aziraphale said eventually.
'Please do,' Crowley murmured, stretching himself out luxuriously, the better to soak up the heat.
There was another long pause. The sun beat down and the air was filled with the rhythmical crying of seagulls. A breeze played over his skin and Crowley began to drift, waiting patiently like a snake in the grass.
When Aziraphale's lips met his, he thought that he might be dreaming, until he felt his sunglasses being inexpertly slipped off his nose. He opened his eyes to see Aziraphale leaning over him. The angel raised his hand and slowly traced a finger over Crowley's cheekbone, along his jaw and down to his throat. Crowley trembled, and smiled.
'Tell me everything,' he said.
From Flowers of Earth
Lupin didn't know how to continue, but their clasped hands tightened and created a question that hung in the air, like a spider hanging on a thread, casting about for an anchor. It didn't take long for Snape to find an answer, except he didn't do it with words. Lupin supposed that he was good with unspoken meanings, being a Slytherin.
Lips touched his gently, the slightest of touches and Lupin closed his eyes, captivated by warmth and the nearness of another person. Then they were standing tight together, both seeming to act at the same moment. Lupin wrapped his arms round Snape's slim shoulders, and he gasped at the answering pressure round his waist. His head swam as he pressed closer and tightened his arms even more, his senses caught hopelessly in smooth skin and soft hair. Lupin leaned in to catch the scents trapped there. Smells of potions, and the damp early morning air. Strong fingers trailed up his back to the nape of his neck, and then slid up to his face. Snape murmured something unintelligible into his neck, and the touch of lips under his ear sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Lupin's belly. He didn't know what to think, he couldn't think at all. He couldn't even begin to guess what was going through Snape's mind, but they seemed to have the same idea, to cling on to each other mutely.
From Time Under Glass
"What took you so long?" Mulder breathed, looking at him as though he was a steak and Mulder a starving man. He shoved Krycek against the wall.
"Well? I've been waiting for you." Obviously not expecting an answer, Mulder moved close, and, slipping both arms around his neck, pulled Krycek close and kissed him.
Krycek's mind went blank with shock, and then, quickly, the clarity of lust took over. Mulder's body was glued to his, and he could feel the burning heat of Mulder's erection pressing into own. His stomach flipped over with desire. Mulder's lips were tracing a path over his lips and neck, they were so soft, yet firm, and Mulder's tongue licking little trails of fire over the sensitive skin of his throat
Hey, purple sex ensues! This story bites somewhat, so if you really want to read it you can find the link yourselves.
Their lips met tentatively at first, pressing gently. Mulder felt suspended in time, the moment seeming to last forever, every heartbeat loud and clear. Every thought muffled. What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? Whatever it was, it was good. Maybe he's an alien, Mulder thought, as the man beneath him shifted.
Mulder released Krycek's wrist and slid his arm under the other man's neck, fingers sliding under the wet shirt collar to stroke the silky skin. Krycek pressed up harder, tongue lightly flicking against Mulder's lower lip, sending a spike of lust to the other man's groin. Abruptly, Mulder pulled his head back, letting a swirl of cool air chase away the heat between them.
Damn, that story's pretty bad too. But it's fun to look back and wince. *winces*