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kouriarashi:
Visit this site. It's pictures from all the same-sex marriages that took place on the Valentine's Day weekend... really nice.
Also -
Meme-thingy that I took a liking to - basically, your five favourite kisses that you've written.
Number One
APAAGM – Jack/Will - Because drunken kissing is something that should be on everyone's list of favourites and because I like forward!Will. And technically it's two kisses, but shhhh.
~
Jack groaned and threw a half-empty bottle forcibly away from him. “I hate you.”
“No, y’don’t…” Will waved a finger vaguely.
“No, I really think I do.”
“Jack, c’n I ask’ya somethin’?” Despite everything, Will managed to look serious.
“Yes?”
“C’n I kiss you?”
“…no?” Jack finally managed.
“You paus’d.”
Jack was going to protest this, but found that when he was being kissed enthusiastically it was difficult to speak. Alcohol really was evil.
But that thought was quickly replaced by a multitude of others, as Jack closed his eyes and resigned himself to the inevitable.
Kissing Will was running his hands over the wheel of the Pearl, feeling the smoothness of the wood and flicking it smoothly to one side, and having the deck shudder in response beneath his feet.
Kissing Will was laughing in the midst of a storm, pulling ropes and shouting orders and feeling the unmistakable exhilaration of facing death and coming away victorious.
Kissing Will was looking in every direction and seeing nothing but a seamless blue horizon, and knowing that you could sail on until the horizon swallowed you but there would always be another one.
Kissing Will was standing in the very top of the rigging, one arm around the mast and the other holding his compass, singing softly to himself and hearing the tune carried away by the warm breeze that caressed his face.
“That’s interesting,” he murmured, pulling back slightly. “The boy was right.”
“Hmm? What?” Will’s eyes were still half-closed and he looked dazed and drunk and delicious and damn…
When Jack pulled back after that, he had to wait a second before his breath returned enough to speak.
“That,” he said with satisfaction, “is what freedom tastes like.”
~
Number Two
Glow – Lestat/Louis - Because it took me an age to write properly, and Louis uses pretty language ^^
~
“You’re very hard not to believe in, Lestat de Lioncourt,” he said softly.
Lestat let out a sound somewhere between a contented sigh and a purr, and curled his hands possessively around Louis’ shoulders.
“Lestat –”
“Shh, dear one,” Lestat said distractedly, and before Louis could do anything but widen his eyes in realisation Lestat’s lips were firmly against his own and radiating an intention to stay there.
There was no use in resisting, there never had been. Not against Lestat, not even back in the old, unchanging days of their life with Claudia. There was nothing to do but let the sheer heady perfection that was Lestat wash over him and through him and into the space where his soul should have been.
He could feel Lestat’s arms moving from his shoulders and pulling him closer, and his own hands sliding shyly up Lestat’s neck to tangle in thick golden hair. And then there was only them, like there had been so many times before. There was only the taste of blood and red wine as the kiss deepened and Lestat’s tongue flicked lazily over his own, and he felt the careful caress of lips across fangs. There was only Lestat’s arms holding him, and the tentative feeling that he was safe, that their only real haven was in each other and anyone else could go to hell.
Taking on the world had never seemed like such a good idea.
~
Number Three
TNIAY - Alucard/Anderson - Because there are quite a few kisses in this story, but I really like this one. It's the violence. (And for the record, I still don't know why Eujar insisted we describe Alucard as "godly")
“What have you DONE?” he snapped.
Alucard opened his eyes.
"You - to feed on the Pope's sacred ambassador like a beast! For this you will PAY, archfiend! "
A fiery red gaze met an equally icy green one, and locked for what seemed an eternity. There was something different about the vampire's eyes, Anderson realised, almost flinching at the intensity of the look. Something he didn't think he had ever seen before, in ANYONE. A tiny little voice in the back of his mind was observant enough to note: Oh shit. There was a thump as the tall, lean, and very VERY godly vampire dropped Wolfwood on the pavement.
Ceras looked up. Ceras screamed.
And then, in a turn of events anticipated by neither of them, Alucard slammed Anderson against the wall and kissed him.
~
Number Four
Kaylee Jones - Scott/Kaylee (gasp! het!) - Because I'm quite fond of these characters, and one day I'll finish their story. This one is old.
~
“I never liked the sound of university anyway.” I shook my head. So much for resolution. “All right. You can come.” I turned my head to look at Emilie. “Both of you.” I yanked at my wrist experimentally. “Now, will you please let go?”
“Not just yet, Scott.” It was Em. Now what did she want? “What about our bet?” Bet?
“Bet?”
“Oh yes.” Scott’s grip on my arm tightened, and he pulled my chin upwards with his other hand. Before I could stop him, he leaned down and kissed me hard.
“Bastard!” I’ve never screamed so hard in my life. Scott winced visibly at the noise. He had made the mistake of freeing one of my arms, so I pushed away, measured the distance carefully, and slapped him across the face with all the strength I could muster. Then I turned on Emilie. “Bet?” I demanded icily. “Did you put him up to this?”
“Non, ma cherie,” she said innocently, peering at me over her glasses. “It was all Scott’s idea. I simply bet him that he wouldn’t escape unhurt if he tried it. I think I won, don’t you agree?” This last was directed at Scott. I looked over at him, noting the white handprint on his bright red cheek. Oops.
“I think you did,” he said carefully. “Congratulations. Shall we go?”
~
Number Five
Dare Not Speak - David/Tasha - Because I adored this scene while I was writing it and my horde of darling betas did too. Once they'd torn it apart.
~
Tasha would have to be the one to take this final step, David knew. He studied the pale face above his own, serious and beautiful, and smiled very slightly. Almost as if on cue, Tasha tilted his face slightly, but still did not move himself downwards. The thin whisper of his breath traveled across David’s cheek, to his chin, and upwards. David’s eyes closed almost of their own volition – he was unwilling to break the painfully fragile eye contact, but there was something almost sacrilegious about keeping them open during such an intimate moment. And it was, too; as the careful breath moved over his closed eyelids and his own hand started to move in unconscious mimicry up Tasha’s back, David reflected that he hadn’t thought it possible to feel this close to someone, this naked, when you were fully clothed and not even kissing.
The breath lingered over his lips and a shudder ran through David’s body as all the emotions that had been kept on hold by the delicate balance of their touch came back in a rush. He needed this person, needed him and adored him and could feel his hesitation in response to his own sudden change… his eyes flew open in wordless reassurance.
And so it was that he saw the slowly overwhelming trust and surrender in Tasha’s eyes as the boy’s trembling lips caressed his.
~
Yes. Caressed. Mwaha. *pokes out tongue atsanguia
Well, that was fun. And infinitely preferable to doing my physics prac write-up, which is what I really SHOULD be doing.
kouriarashi:Visit this site. It's pictures from all the same-sex marriages that took place on the Valentine's Day weekend... really nice.
Also -
Meme-thingy that I took a liking to - basically, your five favourite kisses that you've written.
Number One
APAAGM – Jack/Will - Because drunken kissing is something that should be on everyone's list of favourites and because I like forward!Will. And technically it's two kisses, but shhhh.
~
Jack groaned and threw a half-empty bottle forcibly away from him. “I hate you.”
“No, y’don’t…” Will waved a finger vaguely.
“No, I really think I do.”
“Jack, c’n I ask’ya somethin’?” Despite everything, Will managed to look serious.
“Yes?”
“C’n I kiss you?”
“…no?” Jack finally managed.
“You paus’d.”
Jack was going to protest this, but found that when he was being kissed enthusiastically it was difficult to speak. Alcohol really was evil.
But that thought was quickly replaced by a multitude of others, as Jack closed his eyes and resigned himself to the inevitable.
Kissing Will was running his hands over the wheel of the Pearl, feeling the smoothness of the wood and flicking it smoothly to one side, and having the deck shudder in response beneath his feet.
Kissing Will was laughing in the midst of a storm, pulling ropes and shouting orders and feeling the unmistakable exhilaration of facing death and coming away victorious.
Kissing Will was looking in every direction and seeing nothing but a seamless blue horizon, and knowing that you could sail on until the horizon swallowed you but there would always be another one.
Kissing Will was standing in the very top of the rigging, one arm around the mast and the other holding his compass, singing softly to himself and hearing the tune carried away by the warm breeze that caressed his face.
“That’s interesting,” he murmured, pulling back slightly. “The boy was right.”
“Hmm? What?” Will’s eyes were still half-closed and he looked dazed and drunk and delicious and damn…
When Jack pulled back after that, he had to wait a second before his breath returned enough to speak.
“That,” he said with satisfaction, “is what freedom tastes like.”
~
Number Two
Glow – Lestat/Louis - Because it took me an age to write properly, and Louis uses pretty language ^^
~
“You’re very hard not to believe in, Lestat de Lioncourt,” he said softly.
Lestat let out a sound somewhere between a contented sigh and a purr, and curled his hands possessively around Louis’ shoulders.
“Lestat –”
“Shh, dear one,” Lestat said distractedly, and before Louis could do anything but widen his eyes in realisation Lestat’s lips were firmly against his own and radiating an intention to stay there.
There was no use in resisting, there never had been. Not against Lestat, not even back in the old, unchanging days of their life with Claudia. There was nothing to do but let the sheer heady perfection that was Lestat wash over him and through him and into the space where his soul should have been.
He could feel Lestat’s arms moving from his shoulders and pulling him closer, and his own hands sliding shyly up Lestat’s neck to tangle in thick golden hair. And then there was only them, like there had been so many times before. There was only the taste of blood and red wine as the kiss deepened and Lestat’s tongue flicked lazily over his own, and he felt the careful caress of lips across fangs. There was only Lestat’s arms holding him, and the tentative feeling that he was safe, that their only real haven was in each other and anyone else could go to hell.
Taking on the world had never seemed like such a good idea.
~
Number Three
TNIAY - Alucard/Anderson - Because there are quite a few kisses in this story, but I really like this one. It's the violence. (And for the record, I still don't know why Eujar insisted we describe Alucard as "godly")
“What have you DONE?” he snapped.
Alucard opened his eyes.
"You - to feed on the Pope's sacred ambassador like a beast! For this you will PAY, archfiend! "
A fiery red gaze met an equally icy green one, and locked for what seemed an eternity. There was something different about the vampire's eyes, Anderson realised, almost flinching at the intensity of the look. Something he didn't think he had ever seen before, in ANYONE. A tiny little voice in the back of his mind was observant enough to note: Oh shit. There was a thump as the tall, lean, and very VERY godly vampire dropped Wolfwood on the pavement.
Ceras looked up. Ceras screamed.
And then, in a turn of events anticipated by neither of them, Alucard slammed Anderson against the wall and kissed him.
~
Number Four
Kaylee Jones - Scott/Kaylee (gasp! het!) - Because I'm quite fond of these characters, and one day I'll finish their story. This one is old.
~
“I never liked the sound of university anyway.” I shook my head. So much for resolution. “All right. You can come.” I turned my head to look at Emilie. “Both of you.” I yanked at my wrist experimentally. “Now, will you please let go?”
“Not just yet, Scott.” It was Em. Now what did she want? “What about our bet?” Bet?
“Bet?”
“Oh yes.” Scott’s grip on my arm tightened, and he pulled my chin upwards with his other hand. Before I could stop him, he leaned down and kissed me hard.
“Bastard!” I’ve never screamed so hard in my life. Scott winced visibly at the noise. He had made the mistake of freeing one of my arms, so I pushed away, measured the distance carefully, and slapped him across the face with all the strength I could muster. Then I turned on Emilie. “Bet?” I demanded icily. “Did you put him up to this?”
“Non, ma cherie,” she said innocently, peering at me over her glasses. “It was all Scott’s idea. I simply bet him that he wouldn’t escape unhurt if he tried it. I think I won, don’t you agree?” This last was directed at Scott. I looked over at him, noting the white handprint on his bright red cheek. Oops.
“I think you did,” he said carefully. “Congratulations. Shall we go?”
~
Number Five
Dare Not Speak - David/Tasha - Because I adored this scene while I was writing it and my horde of darling betas did too. Once they'd torn it apart.
~
Tasha would have to be the one to take this final step, David knew. He studied the pale face above his own, serious and beautiful, and smiled very slightly. Almost as if on cue, Tasha tilted his face slightly, but still did not move himself downwards. The thin whisper of his breath traveled across David’s cheek, to his chin, and upwards. David’s eyes closed almost of their own volition – he was unwilling to break the painfully fragile eye contact, but there was something almost sacrilegious about keeping them open during such an intimate moment. And it was, too; as the careful breath moved over his closed eyelids and his own hand started to move in unconscious mimicry up Tasha’s back, David reflected that he hadn’t thought it possible to feel this close to someone, this naked, when you were fully clothed and not even kissing.
The breath lingered over his lips and a shudder ran through David’s body as all the emotions that had been kept on hold by the delicate balance of their touch came back in a rush. He needed this person, needed him and adored him and could feel his hesitation in response to his own sudden change… his eyes flew open in wordless reassurance.
And so it was that he saw the slowly overwhelming trust and surrender in Tasha’s eyes as the boy’s trembling lips caressed his.
~
Yes. Caressed. Mwaha. *pokes out tongue at
sanguiaWell, that was fun. And infinitely preferable to doing my physics prac write-up, which is what I really SHOULD be doing.
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