Hoshit, a kissing meme!

[foxxcub]

There are all kinds of kissing out there: slow kisses, small kisses, kisses that say good-bye, kisses that bring you home, kisses that bring you to that final moment where everything comes to a head. Porny kisses, fluffy kisses, Eskimo kisses, angry kisses, and kisses full of want and longing. THEY ARE ALL AWESOME. And you should write them all

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[ilovetakahana]

Oh. Shit

[kyasuriin]

ahahah, we both had the same idea (my comments on my kiss: Inception - where people can kiss with shit exploding in the background)

I love the kissing under fire ♥

[ilovetakahana]

Expanded version!

Until We Don't Have To, at my journal

[foxxcub]

Oh god, yes. *_______*

And because I would hate myself if I didn't write Ariadne/Mal.....

[ilovetakahana]

Something screams in the room and Ariadne's eyes fly open. Gasps and rockets upright in the bed. Hand creeping toward the gun on her nightstand.

Life is HARD when you're one half of the planet's most wanted.

Fuck, it's cold.

Ariadne shivers, gropes blindly for the bedsheets to cover her naked skin.

Warmth meets her questing hand and she looks down, smiles in spite of herself.

"Hey. Sorry. That was my alarm," Mal whispers sweetly, tugs on the ends of her hair. "Forgot to turn it off."

"Someday I'm going to kill someone or something or you. And you don't want that," Ariadne huffs, and puts her gun away.

Mal actually looks sheepish. "Sorry, cherie."

"Kiss me and make me feel better."

"Wish," and Mal yanks her back down to the pillows, licking Ariadne's lips. "Command."

And Ariadne falls into the kiss, the hot warmth of Mal.

Re: And because I would hate myself if I didn't write Ariadne/Mal.....

[kyasuriin]

mmmm, early morning girl kisses. My favourite :)

Re: And because I would hate myself if I didn't write Ariadne/Mal.....

[ilovetakahana]

There needs to be more Ariadne/Mal kissing. I mean, come on, where are the AUs in which THEY'RE the badasses and they're totally in love?

Re: And because I would hate myself if I didn't write Ariadne/Mal.....

[kyasuriin]

UNF YES PLS. *uses appropriate icon*

[kyasuriin]

A job goes badly topside *handwave* and this happens...

Arthur’s eyes search across the wreckage and he’s not even sure what he’s looking for until he sees Eames in one piece and his entire body sags in relief.

He picks his way through the debris and the car parts and can barely take his eyes off Eames, can barely get there fast enough.

I’m never getting in a separate car ever again, he thinks, even though he knows it’s irrational. He doesn’t care. Eames will have to deal with being chauffeured everywhere because Arthur is never letting him out of his sight. He doesn’t know how to tell Eames this but it turns out he doesn’t have to because the second they’re within earshot Eames says, “thank fuck you’re okay” and closes the distance between them. He runs his hands over Arthur’s body quickly, too quickly to be checking for internal bruising, more just to make sure he’s there. Arthur knows how he feels. His own hands are at his sides and he can’t remember shaking this much in his life but it doesn’t matter, nothing matters because

[ilovetakahana]

*squeeeeeeeee*

No, really, I have a particular weakness for this. And it gets better because you wrote this AS THEIR FIRST KISS. OMG OMG OMG. So hot and sweet and needy and AUGH *fans self*

You need to expand this. Like RIGHT NAO. ♥♥♥

[kyasuriin]

quiet romantic kisses on bridges are overrated, in Arthur's opinion :D

... and then they went home, nursed each other back to health, and had all the sex *cough*

(I'm glad you liked ♥)

[denija]

oh my god, you can have my heart. ♥

[moleskinned]

The silence stretches on until it skips awkward altogether and lands on torturous. It lasts and lasts while Arthur stands totally rigid and unmoving, until Eames snaps, "Oh, for god's sake, Arthur, it's just a stupid tradition," and hauls him in.

He means for it to be the open-mouthed equivalent of a slap, because that's what it feels like. Arthur couldn't have rejected all Eames's unvoiced overtures any more clearly if he'd scripted this, from the party to the alcohol, to the two of them getting caught between their own stilted conversation and Ariadne's well-meaning interference as she dragged them into the doorway.

But instead his mouth meets Arthur's and he's instantly helplessly awash in the warmth of Arthur's mouth, and his wassail-soaked tongue, and the way Arthur shuts his eyes and tilts his head forward and sighs into Eames' mouth like he wants to be right where he is, like he just can't help himself. Eames shifts and lets Arthur slide right into him, and suddenly everything is bright-hot and Eames' lips are buzzing, and

[dremiel]

EEEEeeeeeEEEE!

[kyasuriin]

*whimpers* and then what?

[hiza_chan]

MISTLETOE KISSES ARE MY FAVORITE EVER. This was hot.

[banana_blossom]

Arthur is tensed watchfulness and breaths that jerk on the exhale. Eames thinks he’s obsessed with the unslicked hair inviting him to press his hand to Arthurs head. Run fingers through shower damp hair and watch it dry in soft uncombed tufts. This Arthur, or whoever this kid was before he first introduced himself as Arthur, who has this look of need that he lets loose on Eames like he can’t even figure out what he’s asking and Eames can’t figure out how it’s possible to not be kissing someone when they are looking at you like they are falling apart inside.

Someone moves, they both move, they are kissing and Eames doesn’t realise when he pushes Arthur back against the wall, not until he has one hand fisted in Arthur’s shirt and Arthur brushes his hip, his fingers slipping into Eames’ own. Leaning against his forehead, panting hot-breath kisses against Arthurs eyebrow, he squeezes back, holds on.

[hiza_chan]

Oh this was beautiful.

[banana_blossom]

sanq! ♥

[foxxcub]

This is so lovely. ♥