#FIRST KISS ! FIRST KISS !

[10ccs]

@vitalphenomena​ said: i've wanted to do that forever. 

“you should’ve done it sooner.” 

the lines between a dealer and their buyer had already grown blurry a while back. sam often caught himself texting her just to talk in between one pickup and the next. caught himself enamoured with the wild look in her eyes, the push and pull of will they, won’t they when his hand lingered a moment too long against hers accepting the small tinfoil packets. 

the drugs are forgotten now—momentarily at least, tucked into his pocket for safe keeping because his hands are otherwise occupied with pulling spirit in closer. one settles against the small of her back, his fingers pressing against her. 

sam’s lips ghost against hers before he steals a kiss of his own, slow and wanting.  

“stay over tonight. you can make up for lost time.” 

[namesonboats]

Chapter update!

The open area was decorated with tables full of sparkling champagne and vases of wildflowers. Colorful lanterns hung from an arched trellis above their heads and emitted a faint scent of burnt oil. People socialized, a few standing in cliques smoking cigars or comparing fabrics of their gowns. A fair scent of perfume, cigar smoke, and purple lobelias hovered over the scene.

Anna jerked Arthur’s arm. The fossils!

Mounted on frames, the fossils were placed in full view and illuminated with several rows of lamps on tables. People gathered around, ohh’ing and ahh’ing at the fossilized shapes of shins, jaws, and flippers. A woman reached out to touch one of the finds; a guard politely asked her to be careful with the specimens.

Anna boiled. Those were her finds. Hers, and Arthurs.

[post-modern-prometheus]

will: *kisses mike*

mike: …thanks.

will: you’re welcome.

[wdova]

@winterrisen​ asked:😘                It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

IT’S  RARE,  THEY  ARE  ALONE.  JUST  THEM.  The  mission  and  target  are  identified  but  they  are  told  not  to  move.  Not  yet,  Yelena  is  meant  to  be  the  one  to  attack,  he  is  meant  to  report.  It  should  be  all  professional.  And  maybe  if  she  felt  differently,  it  would  be.  But  they  are  standing  side  by  side,  so  shortly  after  they  spoke  with  the  handlers  and  now,  there  is  silence.  She  feels  her  own  heartbeat  go  up  for  the  first  time  in  her  life  and  something  by  the  pit  of  her  stomach  as  fingers  flinch,  twitch  as  they  reach  for  his  own  hand.  

She  cannot  speak,  fearful  that  her  words  might  scare  him  away  or  worse,  make  him  dissaprove  of  her.  And  now  they  are  face  to  face  and  she  is  looking  into  those  clear  eyes  and  the  alarm  bells  in  her  head  tell  her  to  stop.  It’s  not  allowed,  stop  this  now.  But  she  can’t,  she  feels  drawn  to  it.  To  him,  and  if  she  is  to  become  a  widow  in  every  shape  after  her  graduation,  she  wants  to  make  sure  the  first  time  she  kisses  someone,  it’s  her  choice.  SHE  WANTS  HIM  (  the  man  under  the  mask,  the  one  who  speaks  in  english  and  despite  all,  seem  to  have  kind  eyes  ).    “Hold  still.”  Yelena  speaks,  as  her  hands  reach  over  to  the  side  of  his  cheek,  hand  brushing  over  roughed  features  and  she  is  stepping  into  his  space.

Can’t  back  away  now,  as  she  leans  her  head  up  and  one  hand  moves  to  the  nape  of  his  neck,  pulling  him  down  enough  to  let  her  lips  find  his  own;  brushing  at  first  and  then,  with  a  soft  kiss.  Shaky  breath  comes  through  shortly  after  as  hazel  green  eyes  open,  afraid  for  a  moment  he  will  reject  her  and  report  her  back.  Another  part,  wanting  him  to  take  that  step  to  kiss  her  again.

[smokeandjollyranchers]

(I’ve never written them kissing before! @carolina—church Ahh!)

Jester lays on her back in the grass, running her fingers through it as she does. The two moons above her are at a half, but they’re still so bright. “Do you think the moons are Gods?”

Caleb looks at her from the log they had dragged over to their fire for watch, where Jester’s feet are still propped up. “Some are, probably.”

“I wonder what it’s like, up in the sky like that.”

“You can change shape, you haven’t tried flying yet?”

“Not yet. So far all my uses of polymorphing stuff has been super serious. Which is...unfortunate.” She sighs, sitting up again. Caleb returns his glance back to the road, where nothing has been for hours, not since she and Caleb took over watch for Fjord and Nott. “I haven’t gotten one good nonsense out of it yet.”

“I feel for you, I really do.” Caleb tells her, in a tone that implies he really couldn’t care less.

“I don’t think you understand the potential here, Caleb. I could cause some real chaos. Some real insane shit.”

Caleb meets her eyes, painfully serious. “Believe me, I know you absolutely could. So...why haven’t you?”

Jester thinks about this, coming back to sit on the log next to Caleb. “I don’t know, I think I’m starting to like you guys too much to really prank you.”

Caleb gives her a half smile, his hand over his heart. “Awh Jester, you must care about them so much.”

“That includes you Caleb! Remember! I didn’t let you sleep in the dirt that one time, when you got suuuuuper drunk and lost all your money.”

“I didn’t have money to lose.”

“Whatever. When you told me about Astridddd.” Jester wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, and Caleb sighs, his attention back on the road. Jester’s smile fades a little, and she looks towards the road too. “Can I ask you something, about...about the school?”

He stills for a moment, burnt fingertips scratching at bandages. Moments pass, and Jester thinks he’s ignoring her, but he does finally look at her. “Ja, you can.”

“Was...was Astrid with you? In...with that guy?”

“Ja she was, she was talented too. He saw that in her as well as I did, it didn’t surprise me when she was picked.”

“She was your girlfriend right?”

“For a while, I suppose.”

“What was your first kiss like?” Jester asks him, and Caleb blinks, sitting up a little. He wasn’t expecting that question, and it makes Jester smile a little, the way he looks so surprised.

“Oh uh, it...” He closes his eyes, thinking. He’s quiet again for almost two minutes before he finally speaks, barely audible over the crackling of the fire. “It tasted like blood.”

Jester furrows her brow, and Caleb’s eyes pop open, like he’s just realized what he’s said. “Like blood?!”

“Shhh,” he implores her. Jester lowers her voice, but her face stays concerned.

“That’s not a very good first kiss.”

“Ja, I know. We had better ones. But the first, that one tasted like blood.”

Jester hums, leaning on her knees. “I wasn’t conscious for mine, not really.”

Caleb laughs a little, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. We didn’t do first kiss very well.”

“No, we didn’t.” Jester pouts, sitting back up. “So it just sucks then? Forever?!”

Caleb shakes his head, his hand returning to his legs. “No, you’ll have more first kisses, with other people, and then you can get your, you know, perfect first kiss.”

Jester tilts her head, her finger to her chin. “That’s kind of a good point, actually. That means you can too! And maybe you should too, Caleb. Someone that won’t taste like blood.”

He scoffs a laugh at that, nodding his head. “That’s a fair point.”

Jester smiles at him for a second, staring back at the path to the road. She’s quiet for a couple minutes before her hands fly up, startling Caleb, and he swears in Zemnian. “Jester what-“

“Caleb do you want to kiss me?” She asks him. Jester watches in real time as Caleb’s face goes a lovely shade of scarlet.

“What?”

“Do you want to kiss me? I promise I don’t taste like blood. Then you’ll have a first kiss that doesn’t make you sad and I’ll have one that I can actually remember.”

“I uh- I don’t think- wouldn’t you rather-“ He stammers, and Jester holds her hands up, forcing a smile.

“Look, if you don’t want to kiss me-“

“Wait.” He asks her, his hand back on her shoulder. “That isn’t it. You’re beautiful, Jester. I just...I don’t think...you don’t want me on your list.”

“Why not? You know, you’re really handsome, and you’re really sweet, and we both had bad first kisses. Why not fix it? That is, if you want to.”

Caleb smiles at her, it’s a little sad, but not his normal sadness. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Jester grins at him, dropping her voice down to a whisper. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay, I really don’t either.” He tells her. Caleb’s hand comes to rest on the side of Jester’s face, and she feels her breath hitch as he moves closer. Their lips press together, just for a moment, before Caleb pulls back enough that they’re able to inhale.

“Did it taste like blood?” Jester whispers, and she can feel rather than see Caleb’s smile.

“Not at all. Were you awake for it?”

“I can sort of remember it, maybe one more?” She knows she’s pressing her luck, but she’s never been...she’s never felt so cherished before. Caleb sighs, but before she can figure out if it’s good or bad, he’s kissing her again.

This one feels more like a kiss. She moves her lips against his, and Caleb brings his other hand up to hold her. Her hands come to hold onto him, but neither of them break. In fact, she’s pretty sure they kiss for a minute, until she feels Caleb’s tongue against her lip.

That seems to shock them both, and they break apart, far enough to look at each other. Neither speaks, both trying to come up with words.

“Are you okay-“

“Was that okay-“

There’s a shuffle behind them and they withdraw from each other quickly, both blushing furiously. Beau crawls out of her tent, wiping drool off her face. “Morning. You guys are good to catch some sleep.”

“Thanks Beau!” Jester grins too forcefully and Caleb is just covering his mouth.

Caduceus walks out of his tent next, giving everyone a slow grin. “Hey Guys.”

Jester waves at him, standing up. “Yes that’s great, we’re going to sleep then.”

Caleb follows her hasty exit, and the only one eyeing them on the way back was Cad. A funny look on his face. Jester and Caleb make their way back to where their tents are, sneaking a peek at each other as they do.

“Goodnight, Jester.” He tells her, face still a brilliant red. She smiles at him, knowing her face is probably purple right now.

“Sweet dreams Caleb. I’ll remember that one for sure.”

[simmingwithang]

Oliver: How’s this for cute?