Nominations for Best Kiss:
Nominations for Best Kiss:
Charcoal and Paint
When Draco Malfoy's lips brushed hers, the sensation was so light and so brief, Ginny wondered if she imagined it. She peeked at him, discovering that he was so close to her if she blinked they might touch. Up close she could see that his eyelashes were much paler than the rest of him. They were lighter than his hair and longer than seemed fair for a male to have. Then his lips moved against hers again, and this time she remembered to kiss back.
At first his skin was light as feathers as it moved against hers and it felt so nice that Ginny didn’t hesitate to drape her arms over his shoulders and lace her fingers together at the back of his neck. The kisses were soft, gentle and slow - pecks almost - one, then two and then three. There was a second of hesitation after the third one, and much to Ginny’s surprise, she didn’t want it to end. She let one hand explore the soft skin of his neck and moved the other slowly down his back, her fingertips tracing his spine until she reached the hem of his shirt, and without giving it any thought, let them disappear beneath it, savoring the warmth of his bare skin.
That was all it took to stir him back into action. His mouth found hers again, pressing harder this time while his tongue moved across her lower lip, exploring it before seeking out the inside of her mouth. A low moan rumbled in the back of Ginny’s throat as she tasted him, savoring the sweetness of it. He tasted like his drink and like cinnamon.
The hand that wasn’t tangled in her hair moved down to her shoulder, then across her arm, sending all the nerves in her skin into a frenzy of fire and desire.
She could have kissed him for hours.
When You Meet a Stranger
“What did you want me to say, “I’m about to kiss you, so stop what you’re doing and be prepared.”?”
“No,” he replied quickly, embarrassed now. “I-fuck, would you just let me properly kiss you time?”
This time when they met it was different. She parted her lips, hands in the fabric of his robe as his good hand cupped her face and his tongue traced the swell of her bottom lip. The hand that had been cupping her face was now slipping to the back of her head to keep her locked on his kiss. She brought her own hands up again, one around his neck and the other sliding over the soft strands of hair at the back of his head. The hand around her waist went up and down her back, pulling her even closer. She got on the tip of her toes, using his neck as leverage as they met with more force.
Her mother would surly never call her a lady if she saw her now. She didn’t care. As long as Malf-- Draco kept snogging her like this, she didn’t care about anything ever again.
Next Time
She was looking at the ground now, and more than anything he wanted her to look up, to see any reaction. And then she did, and then she was kissing him, pressed up against him tight, and as a sense of rightness poured into him he thought for a second that he felt and tasted the hot saltiness of tears.
Death Will Tremble (To Take Us)
Shoving her against the dank stone dungeon walls, he branded her lips with his mouth; heat and fire and magic burning through her veins like potent alcohol. He was unforgiving and brutal, his kisses a punishment and his hand a vice restraining her against the wall. He tasted like sin and dark and love, and that was when the lights in her head grew brighter and brighter till it burst in a conflagration of colours and images.
Passion and Patience
In fact, she kisses him back, hard. He kisses her lips, her cheeks, her eyes. His lips travel down to her neck, his fingers running through her hair. It’s so natural it doesn’t feel real. She feels like she’s watching it all outside herself; everything feels hazy. He moves slowly, methodically. Passion and Patience. Not something she thought possible, but he manages to practically ravage her at a painfully slow pace.
The Last to Know
Draco slammed the door behind her and backed her against it, his mouth descending upon hers roughly. She only got out a slight whimper and then she was pushing back, her lips tight against his, her tongue inside his mouth seeking for its mate. Her fingers twined in his hair and pulled him even closer until every inch of their fronts were touching. Draco’s hands slid down her sides and cupped her buttocks, pressing hard into her flesh until she understood what he meant and she hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Draco groaned then and thrust his hips against her until the delicious friction between them threatened her sanity.
Charcoal and Paint
When Draco Malfoy's lips brushed hers, the sensation was so light and so brief, Ginny wondered if she imagined it. She peeked at him, discovering that he was so close to her if she blinked they might touch. Up close she could see that his eyelashes were much paler than the rest of him. They were lighter than his hair and longer than seemed fair for a male to have. Then his lips moved against hers again, and this time she remembered to kiss back.
At first his skin was light as feathers as it moved against hers and it felt so nice that Ginny didn’t hesitate to drape her arms over his shoulders and lace her fingers together at the back of his neck. The kisses were soft, gentle and slow - pecks almost - one, then two and then three. There was a second of hesitation after the third one, and much to Ginny’s surprise, she didn’t want it to end. She let one hand explore the soft skin of his neck and moved the other slowly down his back, her fingertips tracing his spine until she reached the hem of his shirt, and without giving it any thought, let them disappear beneath it, savoring the warmth of his bare skin.
That was all it took to stir him back into action. His mouth found hers again, pressing harder this time while his tongue moved across her lower lip, exploring it before seeking out the inside of her mouth. A low moan rumbled in the back of Ginny’s throat as she tasted him, savoring the sweetness of it. He tasted like his drink and like cinnamon.
The hand that wasn’t tangled in her hair moved down to her shoulder, then across her arm, sending all the nerves in her skin into a frenzy of fire and desire.
She could have kissed him for hours.
When You Meet a Stranger
“What did you want me to say, “I’m about to kiss you, so stop what you’re doing and be prepared.”?”
“No,” he replied quickly, embarrassed now. “I-fuck, would you just let me properly kiss you time?”
This time when they met it was different. She parted her lips, hands in the fabric of his robe as his good hand cupped her face and his tongue traced the swell of her bottom lip. The hand that had been cupping her face was now slipping to the back of her head to keep her locked on his kiss. She brought her own hands up again, one around his neck and the other sliding over the soft strands of hair at the back of his head. The hand around her waist went up and down her back, pulling her even closer. She got on the tip of her toes, using his neck as leverage as they met with more force.
Her mother would surly never call her a lady if she saw her now. She didn’t care. As long as Malf-- Draco kept snogging her like this, she didn’t care about anything ever again.
Next Time
She was looking at the ground now, and more than anything he wanted her to look up, to see any reaction. And then she did, and then she was kissing him, pressed up against him tight, and as a sense of rightness poured into him he thought for a second that he felt and tasted the hot saltiness of tears.
Death Will Tremble (To Take Us)
Shoving her against the dank stone dungeon walls, he branded her lips with his mouth; heat and fire and magic burning through her veins like potent alcohol. He was unforgiving and brutal, his kisses a punishment and his hand a vice restraining her against the wall. He tasted like sin and dark and love, and that was when the lights in her head grew brighter and brighter till it burst in a conflagration of colours and images.
Passion and Patience
In fact, she kisses him back, hard. He kisses her lips, her cheeks, her eyes. His lips travel down to her neck, his fingers running through her hair. It’s so natural it doesn’t feel real. She feels like she’s watching it all outside herself; everything feels hazy. He moves slowly, methodically. Passion and Patience. Not something she thought possible, but he manages to practically ravage her at a painfully slow pace.
The Last to Know
Draco slammed the door behind her and backed her against it, his mouth descending upon hers roughly. She only got out a slight whimper and then she was pushing back, her lips tight against his, her tongue inside his mouth seeking for its mate. Her fingers twined in his hair and pulled him even closer until every inch of their fronts were touching. Draco’s hands slid down her sides and cupped her buttocks, pressing hard into her flesh until she understood what he meant and she hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Draco groaned then and thrust his hips against her until the delicious friction between them threatened her sanity.