{fic - kiss meme} Our First Kiss Went a Little Like This...
Title→ Our First Kiss Went a Little Like This...
Synopsis→ For the Kiss Meme - The Sexy Packet
Verse→ None/The World On A String (omg idek if you want we can come up with a proper name/something derp)
Who→ Gideon Gordon Graves (theevilex)
Warning→ Sexuality~ Not overly explicit, however.
Authors Note→ I haven't seen Scott Pilgrim (yet), so there might be a wee bit of characterization that's off~, but, I worked with what I had.
A Kiss on the Back
She trailed kisses down the curve of his spine, murmuring inaudibly as she went along. Gideon was dozing on his stomach, as had she, but now awake she was bored, and wanted to slowly rouse him from the slumber in a pleasant manner.
Her tongue darted out to swipe across his skin, something akin to a purr coming from her as she tasted it, for though it wasn’t directly a pleasant taste, per se, it was one that was very distinctly him.
“I think you have a back fetish, Ms.Gray.”
Gabriella froze for a moment, before laughing, pressing her face against it as her cheeks turned red. She gave his back a quick nip before sitting up again, hands moving to sprawl across it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And fetish is such a dirty word,” she quipped, though moved willingly as he shifted; keeping her on top of him, but facing each other instead. “I’d never associate myself with it.”
“Mhm.” Gideon sat up at that, taking charge and pressing a kiss to her lips, and biting down on the lower. His hands shifted down to her hips, keeping her close to him as he moved his lips down, first to her neck, and then to lightly nibble at her collarbone. Before saying anything else he moved his lips back up, though this time to her ear, and after a tug of the lobe, he murmured hotly into it: “But you see: you can’t fool me, because I know just how dirty you can be.”
A Kiss on the Neck
“That girl over there is staring at us,” Gabriella said with a slight frown wrinkling her brow, and her hands quickly moved over herself, as though checking if there was something wrong with her that would make someone want to stare. They had only been kissing a little bit, after all, nothing that she thought could be considered offensive, at least not at a place like this. People, others all around were grinding up against each other, some making it look as though they were having sex right there, so why what they were doing would be eye catching she didn’t understand.
She shifted slightly, as did he to glance over to where she was looking, and she watched him as he briefly pressed his lips together, as though he knew why they were staring, and was inherently displeased with it.
“Do you know her?” A brow rose as she glanced between the two, thinking she felt a vibe of something, but what that something was she didn’t know.
“Knew. She’s no one important.” It only took him a brief moment, before Gideon’s attention was back on her, a smile curling on his lips. “But since she’s so intent on staring, how about we give her something to stare at?”
Before she could say anything to that his lips were on her neck making her head swim, and all her focus had to be put on not audibly moaning and making even more of a scene.
A Kiss on the Shoulder
Dusk was settling over Florence, the last of the sun’s rays reflecting off the dome of the Santa Maria Del Fiore and making it look as though it was solid gold. She wasn’t sure if he had originally intended to stay a night there, but she had pointed it out that it had seemed senseless to not see what the sunset looked like. Plus, the following day was Sunday, and while she was certain he was the sort who worked on Sunday’s nonetheless, she’d weaselled a day out of him. And she said that she didn’t care whether he did business over the phone or not, she had no reason to care. And letting him do that, she had been able to spend the day walking around the city, thankful she had stuck her credit card in her purse before she went to the Chaos Theatre the night before, because she’d been able to get more suitable clothes. Ferragamo. Her bill was going to be immense the next month, but a little indulgence now and then never hurt anyone. That was the mantra she kept repeating, at least.
She was standing on the balcony of their hotel suite in that moment, a warm wind rustling her skirt when she heard the door slide behind her.
“Good news?” she asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him, and smile.
“Very good,” Gideon replied simply, stepping out to join her, eyes moving up and down her, and making her rather abruptly straighten herself up. “Did I tell you how good you look earlier?”
She laughed and shook her head, though before she could get out a reply he had an arm around her waist, and was pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“You do. It’s a nice dress. But I think it’d look even better on the floor.”
A French Kiss
"Didn't I say Paris would be nicer at night?" She asked as she turned to him, a bright smile on her face and a glass of champagne in her hand.
On top of the Eiffel Tower the entire city was glowing under them. They'd made it up the last ride to the top, though Gabriella was sure that had they been later, Gideon would have still managed to convince them to let them to the top. Considering the amount of contacts he seemed to have, and general power as it was, what he could do became less and less of a surprise, but nonetheless appreciated.
"That you did, sweetheart," he replied, holding his own glass and staring out into the distance, a peaceful smile on his face as he did. Their moment, however, was soon disrupted by the clearing of the throat, the man who ran the elevators there to tell them that it was time to go down again.
"Oh, just one minute," she said quickly to him, in French and set her glass down, then turned her attention back to the man she was there with.
"We should probably..." But before he could finish his sentence she had her arms around his neck and was kissing him; tongue running along his lower lip to get his mouth open so the two of theirs could meet. He stumbled - back against the railing with an 'omph', but his arms came to wrap around her waist to hold her there, until she pulled away slightly breathless, her cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling.
"What was that about?" he asked, a curiously amused expression on his face.
"Well, we're in France, Gideon," she pointed out as she took his hand and started to lead him back to the waiting elevator. "And at the top of the Eiffel Tower. It felt only right that I give you a proper, French kiss."
Synopsis→ For the Kiss Meme - The Sexy Packet
Verse→ None/The World On A String (omg idek if you want we can come up with a proper name/something derp)
Who→ Gideon Gordon Graves (theevilex)
Warning→ Sexuality~ Not overly explicit, however.
Authors Note→ I haven't seen Scott Pilgrim (yet), so there might be a wee bit of characterization that's off~, but, I worked with what I had.
A Kiss on the Back
She trailed kisses down the curve of his spine, murmuring inaudibly as she went along. Gideon was dozing on his stomach, as had she, but now awake she was bored, and wanted to slowly rouse him from the slumber in a pleasant manner.
Her tongue darted out to swipe across his skin, something akin to a purr coming from her as she tasted it, for though it wasn’t directly a pleasant taste, per se, it was one that was very distinctly him.
“I think you have a back fetish, Ms.Gray.”
Gabriella froze for a moment, before laughing, pressing her face against it as her cheeks turned red. She gave his back a quick nip before sitting up again, hands moving to sprawl across it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And fetish is such a dirty word,” she quipped, though moved willingly as he shifted; keeping her on top of him, but facing each other instead. “I’d never associate myself with it.”
“Mhm.” Gideon sat up at that, taking charge and pressing a kiss to her lips, and biting down on the lower. His hands shifted down to her hips, keeping her close to him as he moved his lips down, first to her neck, and then to lightly nibble at her collarbone. Before saying anything else he moved his lips back up, though this time to her ear, and after a tug of the lobe, he murmured hotly into it: “But you see: you can’t fool me, because I know just how dirty you can be.”
A Kiss on the Neck
“That girl over there is staring at us,” Gabriella said with a slight frown wrinkling her brow, and her hands quickly moved over herself, as though checking if there was something wrong with her that would make someone want to stare. They had only been kissing a little bit, after all, nothing that she thought could be considered offensive, at least not at a place like this. People, others all around were grinding up against each other, some making it look as though they were having sex right there, so why what they were doing would be eye catching she didn’t understand.
She shifted slightly, as did he to glance over to where she was looking, and she watched him as he briefly pressed his lips together, as though he knew why they were staring, and was inherently displeased with it.
“Do you know her?” A brow rose as she glanced between the two, thinking she felt a vibe of something, but what that something was she didn’t know.
“Knew. She’s no one important.” It only took him a brief moment, before Gideon’s attention was back on her, a smile curling on his lips. “But since she’s so intent on staring, how about we give her something to stare at?”
Before she could say anything to that his lips were on her neck making her head swim, and all her focus had to be put on not audibly moaning and making even more of a scene.
A Kiss on the Shoulder
Dusk was settling over Florence, the last of the sun’s rays reflecting off the dome of the Santa Maria Del Fiore and making it look as though it was solid gold. She wasn’t sure if he had originally intended to stay a night there, but she had pointed it out that it had seemed senseless to not see what the sunset looked like. Plus, the following day was Sunday, and while she was certain he was the sort who worked on Sunday’s nonetheless, she’d weaselled a day out of him. And she said that she didn’t care whether he did business over the phone or not, she had no reason to care. And letting him do that, she had been able to spend the day walking around the city, thankful she had stuck her credit card in her purse before she went to the Chaos Theatre the night before, because she’d been able to get more suitable clothes. Ferragamo. Her bill was going to be immense the next month, but a little indulgence now and then never hurt anyone. That was the mantra she kept repeating, at least.
She was standing on the balcony of their hotel suite in that moment, a warm wind rustling her skirt when she heard the door slide behind her.
“Good news?” she asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him, and smile.
“Very good,” Gideon replied simply, stepping out to join her, eyes moving up and down her, and making her rather abruptly straighten herself up. “Did I tell you how good you look earlier?”
She laughed and shook her head, though before she could get out a reply he had an arm around her waist, and was pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“You do. It’s a nice dress. But I think it’d look even better on the floor.”
A French Kiss
"Didn't I say Paris would be nicer at night?" She asked as she turned to him, a bright smile on her face and a glass of champagne in her hand.
On top of the Eiffel Tower the entire city was glowing under them. They'd made it up the last ride to the top, though Gabriella was sure that had they been later, Gideon would have still managed to convince them to let them to the top. Considering the amount of contacts he seemed to have, and general power as it was, what he could do became less and less of a surprise, but nonetheless appreciated.
"That you did, sweetheart," he replied, holding his own glass and staring out into the distance, a peaceful smile on his face as he did. Their moment, however, was soon disrupted by the clearing of the throat, the man who ran the elevators there to tell them that it was time to go down again.
"Oh, just one minute," she said quickly to him, in French and set her glass down, then turned her attention back to the man she was there with.
"We should probably..." But before he could finish his sentence she had her arms around his neck and was kissing him; tongue running along his lower lip to get his mouth open so the two of theirs could meet. He stumbled - back against the railing with an 'omph', but his arms came to wrap around her waist to hold her there, until she pulled away slightly breathless, her cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling.
"What was that about?" he asked, a curiously amused expression on his face.
"Well, we're in France, Gideon," she pointed out as she took his hand and started to lead him back to the waiting elevator. "And at the top of the Eiffel Tower. It felt only right that I give you a proper, French kiss."