#stolen kisses

[vivifriend]

Stolen Kisses (OCKiss week day 3)

For this one we've got writing for a pair from an original fiction piece.

Pairing: Les (Incubus)/Blaine (Nightmare Witch)

Warnings: nothing more than a suggestive conversation.

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"Thank you, Les. I'll let you know if the situation changes," Myrtle said, closing the door behind her as she slipped back into the main part of the brothel.

Lazily, Blaine lowered his book to his chest, watching Les sink down into the nearest chair. "How much work did she give you?" he asked, crossing one long leg over the other, frowning and sitting upright when that didn't draw his attention to him.

"I have six songs to prepare for the next event," he said, leaning forward on his knees, gripping his blond curls, staring at the floor. "Six! How am I supposed to memorise them all?"

Blaine smirked, draping himself back down across the couch, green eyes glowing with his mirth. "The same way you have over two hundred musical spells memorised," he said. "Practice."

Les grunted, rising and striding across the room to sit at his desk. "Should've known you'd have no sympathy," he complained.

Chuckling, Blaine rolled on his side, settling his book down next to him while Les spread papers across the desk, organising them to his liking.

He watched him work, knowing from long experience that he wouldn't notice him unless he spoke or moved close. Waiting until a ray of sunlight shone exactly on his papers, he rose noiselessly, padding into his space, hearing his soft sigh before he leaned swiftly in, giving him a quick kiss.

Before he could do much more than blink, he was turning away, long brown braid swaying as he moved. "I'll go see Myrtle for a meal. I expect you to be stretching when I get back."

He glanced back from the doorway, offering Les a bright grin, before ducking out and moving cheerfully through the halls of the brothel, seeking out Myrtle in the kitchen.

"Six songs?" he asked, leaning against the door frame. "Whose idea was that?"

"His, believe it or not."

Snickering, he moved further into the brightly lit room, heading toward the pantry, expertly dodging around the chef and her assistants, keeping his movements small so he wouldn't make his braid sway.

"Second rack," Myrtle called, tugging a tray of sweet confections out of the main oven. "The ginger bites are for him."

"I'll tell him he owes you for that," he responded, snagging the tray, heading toward the door.

She laughed, not responding past that, mostly engrossed in her own work.

Les hadn't moved from his desk when Blaine returned, and he sighed heavily, setting the tray on the closest surface, stalking across the floor.

Waiting until Les had set his quill down, he pounced, grasping his wrist, a ward on his fingertips to counter his startled spell.

"You're supposed to be stretching," he reprimanded, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Blue eyes narrowed as Les glared up at him. "You should know better than to sneak up on me."

He laughed, tugging him to his feet. "Come on Les. You need to stretch," he said, wrapping his arms around him, holding him close for a moment before pulling back, grabbing his hands and tugging him forward.

Scoffing, he let him draw him away from his desk. "And what would you do if I didn't stop?" he asked, sighing and obediently rolling his shoulders, grimacing when his back popped.

"Hex you, of course," he teased, leaning in to kiss him lightly, pulling away before he could react with a soft laugh.

"The Gods were laughing when they made you," Les grumbled, moving to the covered tray. "Mixing healing and hexes. Terrible combination."

Blaine shrugged, moving to lean against the wall, watching him smile over the food. "Told Myrtle you owe her for giving you your favourites. She spoils you."

"Not just me," he countered, pointing to the skewers on Blaine's side of the tray.

"Not just you," he agreed, reaching out to snag one. "I'll make you some tea after you've eaten."

"Are you staying here all day?" he asked.

"I've got to briefly head over to Martin's, brush up the perimeter spells. Want me to buy anything for you from the market?"

"Some of those little oiled cloths from Mistress Brewer wouldn't go amiss. Much easier to get them from her than making my own."

"Easy enough. If Jade's at Martin's, I'll drag them with me, make sure they're getting some sunshine."

"Let me know if they are, I'd like to see them again."

He nodded, focusing on his food.

Finishing his last skewer, he set the stick down on the tray, startling when Les stepped in to press a light kiss to his mouth, smirking up at him.

He reached out to snag his wrist, pulling him close. "If you wanted to take a longer break before I go, I wouldn't mind," he said, grinning down at him.

"Hmm, certainly something to think about," he said, resting his hands behind his neck.

"Top off your energy," Blaine said, resting his hands on his waist. "Help you memorise things quicker."

"Tempting," he murmured, resting his head on his shoulder. "Very tempting."

Amused, he settled his head against his, closing his eyes, soaking in the peace.

[ilovecarlwilson]

[itsonly4-ever]

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Labyrinth (1986) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jareth/Sarah Williams Characters: Jareth (Labyrinth), Sarah Williams, Original Characters, Hoggle (Labyrinth) Additional Tags: First Kiss, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Smut, fae, Kissing, Drama, Romance, Semi-Graphic Sex, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension Summary:

Starting just after the events of the Labyrinth, Jareth approaches Sarah again with a different kind of game in mind.

Originally posted on fanfiction.net in 2010.

[thebandcampdiaries]

Northern Sky to unveil new release: "Stolen Kisses."

Northern Sky is a collaborative project split between London and Detroit, focusing on creating music that blurs the lines between a wide range of influences. From the depth and atmosphere of dream-pop down to the melodic edge of neo-soul, there are no restrictions. The group's most recent release is a project titled "Stolen Kisses." This track is a perfect example of the band's attitude and charismatic approach to songwriting and performance, going for an immediate and earthy sound that favors the human connection between the musicians rather than hiding their work under an excessive layer of studio trickery. What makes "Stolen Kisses" special is that the song is based on the deeply atmospheric and cinematic sounds of shoegaze and dream-pop. Still, there are elements of contemporary neo-soul, especially when it comes to the bass tones, the synth and guitar syncopation, as well as the "pocket" that makes the groove spontaneous and warms. Elements such as staccato palm-muted guitars, finger snaps, and a great bass line bring elements of soul to the dreamy backbone of the song, making for a very insightful and dynamic tone. The song lyrics depict sweet moments of stolen kisses that fill the air with warmth, going for a nostalgic and romantic feel that matches the tone of the music.

If you are a fan of artists such as Slowdive, Dead Rituals, DIIV, New Order, and Cocteau Twins, this one is going to be right up your alley. However, this is also recommended to fans of artists like The 1975 or The Temper Trap, only to name a few.

Find out more about Northern Sky, and do not miss out on "Stolen Kisses," which is currently available throughout the web's premier digital streaming platforms.

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: Stolen Kisses

A little bullet-point headcanon for Nadia since it was her birthday yesterday.

The Countess of Vesuvia has many responsibilities… which leaves her with very little time.

Balancing work and romance is a difficult challenge.

Nadia always tries to set time aside for her love

But there are days-- even weeks-- on end when the only kisses Nadia can give or receive are quickly and quietly stolen.

That’s why she tends to bring her partner along with her whenever she has a bunch of responsibilities in a row.

A kitchen inspection can turn into a little bit of sweetness shared in an out-of-the-way storage room.

Waiting for an important official to arrive (fashionably late, of course) can become a moment to sneak in a kiss on the cheek.

Making arrangements for a fancy event, like the Masquerade, can lead to an “inspection” of a private gazebo.

Still, though Nadia steals any kisses she can whenever she can, nothing can compare to the end of those long days

To the moments when she can finally, finally, show her partner all the affection and attention they deserve.

Sometimes, on the longest days, Nadia privately wishes that such evenings could last much longer.

[phase333]

[zeldaelmo]

Hello Zelmo! You talk a lot about Stolen Kisses (I admit I haven’t had a chance to read it yet 😳) and it seems to be one of your most popular stories. So, I chose two questions - 1. How long did it take you to write this story and Wild Card - tell us a fun fact we may not know about this piece.

Happy Wednesday!

Ah, Missy, thank you so much for sending an ask!

I wrote Stolen Kisses rather quickly, at least compared to my latest long fic. It took me around a half year with some one-shots as an interruption. I had everything apart from the epilogue prewritten when I started posting and thought I could easily get the epilogue done until I would have to publish it. But then I just didn't write it. 😅 Shout-out to @flutefemme for discussing ideas for it so that I eventually found my motivation to tackle it. 😆

Hm... A fun fact. Since I finished posting the fic nearly two years ago I sadly don't get any comments anymore on it nowadays. But if I get one, it's often someone appreciating how I handled the court poet. He didn't have a major role in the outline but then I changed some things around and gave him four chapters in his pov. And that was a good idea!

You should totally read it, Missy, it's one of my better fics 😆

[singlegoldendove]

I yearn by watching Vita and Virginia

[artfilmaesthetics]

100 ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪʟᴍꜱ

60/100 — stolen kisses | 1968

dir. françois truffaut ✦

[veryslowreader]

Waltz Into Darkness by William Irish

Stolen Kisses

[okavunicibalikbenmisim]

"She is an extraordinary women! A bit mysterious and very sweet."

Stolen Kisses-François Truffaut (1968)

[nomallmovieschicago]

12 April 2023

Film: STOLEN KISSES (d. François Truffaut, 1968, France)

Forum: Doc Films Format: DCP

Observations: Really good turnout (about 40) for the third of the Antoine Doinel films, in which our intrepid hero achieves his level of incompetence as a bad private eye. So odd in a season of turmoil (for French intellectuals and the world generally) that a serene film such as this one emerged. I am not a huge Truffaut fan, though this one had me smiling and absorbed throughout.

[zeldaelmo]

Ooooh, Stolen Kisses crossed 200 bookmarks! 201 to be precise. 😆 Thanks! 🥰

[mel4niegodart]

[ Baisers Volés | 🎥 | François Truffaut ] 👄

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Stolen kisses during Mythicon ❤️ (no pressure, LY anyway!)

(Re:post)

Inky ❤️ You know I love you too. I hope you like this. (another double drabble because for the life of me, I cannot be brief)

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It’s a lot. 

Months of planning hadn’t prepared them for how the weekend would make them feel. Behind the brightly-lit buildings, they can still hear the excited clamor of the crowd. Both men are buzzing with unrestrained energy. They did this. They made this happen. Yes, there were other people involved, but it all started with the two of them. 

So, it’s a lot.

And when things got overwhelming, there was only one thing that calmed Link’s racing heart. As soon as they stepped into the shadows, Rhett pulled Link into his arms and found his lips with his own. Link melted against him, his lips parting with a soft moan. Rhett guided them against the wall, trapping Link between himself and the rough grain of the wood before licking his way into Link’s mouth. 

The desire for more was an acute ache, binding them together. Link tugged at Rhett’s collar, pulling him closer, deepening the already intense kiss when a shout tore them apart. They were needed. With a sigh, Rhett ducked down to claim Link’s lips one last time before they were on the move again, both doing their best to hide the evidence of their heated interlude.