{fic - kiss meme} Lips like licorice, tongue like candy
Title→ Lips like licorice, tongue like candy
Synopsis→ For the Kiss Meme - The Cute Packet
Verse→ Kafka
Who→ Justin(e) Hammer (gotasweettooth)
Warning→ Sickeningly adorableness? Especially Kiss on the Nose. :|
Authors Note→ Mix of time lines and all, but OH WELL.
A Kiss on the Forehead
"You're still here?"
The voice made Gabriella jump, as she'd accidentally fallen asleep at her work table. It was late, far later than she was supposed to stay, but that wasn't the most unusual of occurrences. She didn't normally fall asleep, though, so of course the one time she did, her boss walked in on her.
"Oh, uhm, yeah. I had some stuff that I had to work on, and so I thought I'd stay after and uh...work on it." Her brain had clearly not fully gotten back to working order.
"You should go home. Get some sleep. You look like you could use it," Justine replied, and Gabriella noted the slight tone of teasing in her voice, and what she thought might be concern, but the thought of that was brushed out of her mind as quickly as it had wandered across it.
"I think I should take that comment as you saying I look like crap, and feign offense," she replied with a tired laugh, though she knew she more than likely looked as though she was under some sort of narcotic influence, with her eyes half closed, and the lazy smile on her face. "But I'm not sure if it's right to be offended by the truth."
What followed was a tired laugh as she brought a hand up to rub her eyes, and when she opened them she jumped again, Justine being right in front of her, and catching her off guard.
"I just meant you looked tired, doll," she replied, a hint of a smile on her face as she reached over to push a loose strand of hair back from her forehead, and then leaned in to press a soft kiss to it. "And I don't want you to be late tomorrow."
Now that was a statement that made Gabriella laugh, but she nodded in agreement. "Okay, okay. I promise. I just have to get my stuff together first."
But really - as though she'd ever be late, tired or not.
A Kiss on the Nose
"Can we go back soon? It's cold."
"Yes, I know it's cold. It's winter, and we're in New York. Despite global warming, it still gets pretty cold during it." She pointedly ignored the question as she rolled her eyes to herself, biting back the slight smiled that threatened to cross her face "It's not going to kill you, sweetie. I'm here to make sure you don't get impaled by an ice sickle or pass out in a ditch and freeze to death."
At his grumbling she couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up from her, and she wrapped her arms tighter around him for a brief moment; kissing the back of his head. "But thank you for putting up with me dragging you out skating. It's stuff like this that makes you the best boyfriend ever. And you're not even all that bad!"
She was trying to be encouraging with that last bit. She'd been trying to train him since they'd gotten to the rink, to get him to find his balance, but she now believed that it had come to the point where she had to let go, and shove her baby out the nest so he could fend for himself. And as many parents before had done when teaching their children similar activities, with a murmur of love, she sped up her movements a bit to gain a bit of momentum, and then gave him a shove and let go; she herself stopping to watch hopefully as he wobbled off.
And fell.
"Oh...dear." A pang of guilt ran through her as she heard him swearing, and she was trying to think of some way to apologize as she skated over to him, but when she got close, and saw the way he was sprawled out on the ice she burst out laughing, so much so that she was wobbling and ended up falling herself, though that didn't seem to make him feel any better about the situation.
Still giggling she crawled over to him as he lay on his back, quieter, and staring up at the clouded sky, and the snow falling. Thankfully they were alone on the rink, so they at least didn't have to worry about being in anyone's way.
"Hi there," she said with a small smile, though she was pressing her lips together to keep it that way. A grumble was all she got in reply to that, and she struggled against rolling her eyes at him. "Love you."
Another grumble, and this time she didn't bother to not roll her eyes, and leaned down so she could press a quick kiss to the very tip of his nose.
"Come on then, Mister. We're both wet now, and I'd be hate to have to deal with you if you catch your death of cold out here," she said, poking his stomach before pushing herself up. She couldn't imagine having to take care of him when he was sick, remembering how other guys, mainly Derrick, always acted when they got even the slightest bit of sick: it was always as though they were on their deathbed, and she didn't want to deal with that. "There's a warm fire waiting, and I'll make cocoa, and spike yours with brandy to warm you up extra."
She offered him her hand to help him up, but instead was pulled down, and back on top of him. He didn't say anything, but with the kiss she received, words weren't necessary.
A Kiss on the Cheek
The plane ride back to New York had been, thus far, awkward, to put it simply. Justin, (Justine?) was back to being a her, and understandably so wasn't exactly happy about it. For a few days he'd been himself, after all, and Gabriella saw him being completely happy for once, something that had made her completely happy. And now it had been torn away again, and there wasn't anything she could do to fix it.
For the duration thus far of the flight Justine had been asleep. Truth was that she hadn't slept at all, however, spending the time staring out the window, deep in thought and clearly not wanting to talk. Gabriella had only realised it when she walked past and saw her eyes snap shut.
Too restless to sleep, and even more restless since she'd seen the other was awake, she kept fidgeting in her seat, and casting glances across the aisle as she tried to find something she could say, but always came up short.
She'd tried to read. Tried to sleep. Tried to find some appealing music on her iPod to keep her distracted, but everything always came back to Justine, and how she was coping with it (badly), and that kept Gabriella from focusing on anything else, or enjoying anything else. She finally unbuckled her seatbelt and got up, going across and hovering for a moment, before reaching down to run her fingers through her hair for a moment. "I know you're awake."
As she'd been expecting, the statement got no reaction from the other who was, if nothing else, consistent when being stubborn. She sighed, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and then moved her mouth up to her ear to whisper into it:
"I love you, you know. Either way."
A Kiss on the Lips
They'd been seen together in public plenty of times, and they'd both been at events, together, plenty of times. But this was going to be the first time they attended an event together as a couple, and as cool as Gabriella had tried to act about everything else, this had her in a state nearing a panic attack. Of course she tried to not let Justine see that side of her, she was more ashamed that she was nervous than anything else, but she didn't want Justine to misinterpret and think that she was ashamed of them being together, or anything of the sort, because she wasn't. Not mostly, at least. As always, there was the typical Catholic guilt ingrained in her mind, and what she was worried about now, and knew would happen, was that there would no longer be the possibility for denial from her father, or members of the church she attended.
It had been easy enough before, at least the denial part, since there hadn't been anything about their relationship in any legit newspapers; it generally left for the tabloids and their blurry pictures taken with cellphones or from across the street. Reading those wasn't something people, those she knew at least admitted to, but now it was going to be in all the major papers, since it was a major event. She couldn't help but be slightly concerned as to what sort of backlash it would have for her.
"Doll?"
Gabriella turned her attention to Justine and gave her a slightly forced, nervous smile; one that might the one on the other's face disappear. Justine reached down then to take her hand, and give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It's our turn to get out now, and go in. Come on - I want everyone to get a good look at you."
She was preening at that, and a wave o nausea washed over Gabriella, making the smile even more pained. "Right! Yeah, I'm ready. My mouth just...suddenly feels really dry."
Thankfully the limo was stocked well with drinks, and though she was tempted to take a shot of some sort of alcoholic drink she opted to quickly down one of the small bottles of water.
"Do I look alright?" she asked, flashing her a quick smile.
"Beautiful. As always." Justine leaned in then to kiss her, but Gabriella turned away as to not mess up her lipstick. She made quick work of it though, and pressed a kiss to her neck. "Come on now, I want to get inside."
Gabriella was still nervous, but nonetheless took her hand and let her lead her out of the limo, and to the waiting flashes of the camera.
It didn't take too long to get inside, though towards the end Gabriella's grip on Justine's hand became tighter, and she started to lightly tug her along and away from it. Once inside she relaxed a bit more, and as she was about to suggest that maybe they should go find a pair of drinks, lips were against hers is a warm, wet, but very welcome kiss.
"You did great out there, doll," Justine told her, a bit of a cocky smile on her face. "Most stunning date I've ever brought with me."
Synopsis→ For the Kiss Meme - The Cute Packet
Verse→ Kafka
Who→ Justin(e) Hammer (gotasweettooth)
Warning→ Sickeningly adorableness? Especially Kiss on the Nose. :|
Authors Note→ Mix of time lines and all, but OH WELL.
A Kiss on the Forehead
"You're still here?"
The voice made Gabriella jump, as she'd accidentally fallen asleep at her work table. It was late, far later than she was supposed to stay, but that wasn't the most unusual of occurrences. She didn't normally fall asleep, though, so of course the one time she did, her boss walked in on her.
"Oh, uhm, yeah. I had some stuff that I had to work on, and so I thought I'd stay after and uh...work on it." Her brain had clearly not fully gotten back to working order.
"You should go home. Get some sleep. You look like you could use it," Justine replied, and Gabriella noted the slight tone of teasing in her voice, and what she thought might be concern, but the thought of that was brushed out of her mind as quickly as it had wandered across it.
"I think I should take that comment as you saying I look like crap, and feign offense," she replied with a tired laugh, though she knew she more than likely looked as though she was under some sort of narcotic influence, with her eyes half closed, and the lazy smile on her face. "But I'm not sure if it's right to be offended by the truth."
What followed was a tired laugh as she brought a hand up to rub her eyes, and when she opened them she jumped again, Justine being right in front of her, and catching her off guard.
"I just meant you looked tired, doll," she replied, a hint of a smile on her face as she reached over to push a loose strand of hair back from her forehead, and then leaned in to press a soft kiss to it. "And I don't want you to be late tomorrow."
Now that was a statement that made Gabriella laugh, but she nodded in agreement. "Okay, okay. I promise. I just have to get my stuff together first."
But really - as though she'd ever be late, tired or not.
A Kiss on the Nose
"Can we go back soon? It's cold."
"Yes, I know it's cold. It's winter, and we're in New York. Despite global warming, it still gets pretty cold during it." She pointedly ignored the question as she rolled her eyes to herself, biting back the slight smiled that threatened to cross her face "It's not going to kill you, sweetie. I'm here to make sure you don't get impaled by an ice sickle or pass out in a ditch and freeze to death."
At his grumbling she couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up from her, and she wrapped her arms tighter around him for a brief moment; kissing the back of his head. "But thank you for putting up with me dragging you out skating. It's stuff like this that makes you the best boyfriend ever. And you're not even all that bad!"
She was trying to be encouraging with that last bit. She'd been trying to train him since they'd gotten to the rink, to get him to find his balance, but she now believed that it had come to the point where she had to let go, and shove her baby out the nest so he could fend for himself. And as many parents before had done when teaching their children similar activities, with a murmur of love, she sped up her movements a bit to gain a bit of momentum, and then gave him a shove and let go; she herself stopping to watch hopefully as he wobbled off.
And fell.
"Oh...dear." A pang of guilt ran through her as she heard him swearing, and she was trying to think of some way to apologize as she skated over to him, but when she got close, and saw the way he was sprawled out on the ice she burst out laughing, so much so that she was wobbling and ended up falling herself, though that didn't seem to make him feel any better about the situation.
Still giggling she crawled over to him as he lay on his back, quieter, and staring up at the clouded sky, and the snow falling. Thankfully they were alone on the rink, so they at least didn't have to worry about being in anyone's way.
"Hi there," she said with a small smile, though she was pressing her lips together to keep it that way. A grumble was all she got in reply to that, and she struggled against rolling her eyes at him. "Love you."
Another grumble, and this time she didn't bother to not roll her eyes, and leaned down so she could press a quick kiss to the very tip of his nose.
"Come on then, Mister. We're both wet now, and I'd be hate to have to deal with you if you catch your death of cold out here," she said, poking his stomach before pushing herself up. She couldn't imagine having to take care of him when he was sick, remembering how other guys, mainly Derrick, always acted when they got even the slightest bit of sick: it was always as though they were on their deathbed, and she didn't want to deal with that. "There's a warm fire waiting, and I'll make cocoa, and spike yours with brandy to warm you up extra."
She offered him her hand to help him up, but instead was pulled down, and back on top of him. He didn't say anything, but with the kiss she received, words weren't necessary.
A Kiss on the Cheek
The plane ride back to New York had been, thus far, awkward, to put it simply. Justin, (Justine?) was back to being a her, and understandably so wasn't exactly happy about it. For a few days he'd been himself, after all, and Gabriella saw him being completely happy for once, something that had made her completely happy. And now it had been torn away again, and there wasn't anything she could do to fix it.
For the duration thus far of the flight Justine had been asleep. Truth was that she hadn't slept at all, however, spending the time staring out the window, deep in thought and clearly not wanting to talk. Gabriella had only realised it when she walked past and saw her eyes snap shut.
Too restless to sleep, and even more restless since she'd seen the other was awake, she kept fidgeting in her seat, and casting glances across the aisle as she tried to find something she could say, but always came up short.
She'd tried to read. Tried to sleep. Tried to find some appealing music on her iPod to keep her distracted, but everything always came back to Justine, and how she was coping with it (badly), and that kept Gabriella from focusing on anything else, or enjoying anything else. She finally unbuckled her seatbelt and got up, going across and hovering for a moment, before reaching down to run her fingers through her hair for a moment. "I know you're awake."
As she'd been expecting, the statement got no reaction from the other who was, if nothing else, consistent when being stubborn. She sighed, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and then moved her mouth up to her ear to whisper into it:
"I love you, you know. Either way."
A Kiss on the Lips
They'd been seen together in public plenty of times, and they'd both been at events, together, plenty of times. But this was going to be the first time they attended an event together as a couple, and as cool as Gabriella had tried to act about everything else, this had her in a state nearing a panic attack. Of course she tried to not let Justine see that side of her, she was more ashamed that she was nervous than anything else, but she didn't want Justine to misinterpret and think that she was ashamed of them being together, or anything of the sort, because she wasn't. Not mostly, at least. As always, there was the typical Catholic guilt ingrained in her mind, and what she was worried about now, and knew would happen, was that there would no longer be the possibility for denial from her father, or members of the church she attended.
It had been easy enough before, at least the denial part, since there hadn't been anything about their relationship in any legit newspapers; it generally left for the tabloids and their blurry pictures taken with cellphones or from across the street. Reading those wasn't something people, those she knew at least admitted to, but now it was going to be in all the major papers, since it was a major event. She couldn't help but be slightly concerned as to what sort of backlash it would have for her.
"Doll?"
Gabriella turned her attention to Justine and gave her a slightly forced, nervous smile; one that might the one on the other's face disappear. Justine reached down then to take her hand, and give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It's our turn to get out now, and go in. Come on - I want everyone to get a good look at you."
She was preening at that, and a wave o nausea washed over Gabriella, making the smile even more pained. "Right! Yeah, I'm ready. My mouth just...suddenly feels really dry."
Thankfully the limo was stocked well with drinks, and though she was tempted to take a shot of some sort of alcoholic drink she opted to quickly down one of the small bottles of water.
"Do I look alright?" she asked, flashing her a quick smile.
"Beautiful. As always." Justine leaned in then to kiss her, but Gabriella turned away as to not mess up her lipstick. She made quick work of it though, and pressed a kiss to her neck. "Come on now, I want to get inside."
Gabriella was still nervous, but nonetheless took her hand and let her lead her out of the limo, and to the waiting flashes of the camera.
It didn't take too long to get inside, though towards the end Gabriella's grip on Justine's hand became tighter, and she started to lightly tug her along and away from it. Once inside she relaxed a bit more, and as she was about to suggest that maybe they should go find a pair of drinks, lips were against hers is a warm, wet, but very welcome kiss.
"You did great out there, doll," Justine told her, a bit of a cocky smile on her face. "Most stunning date I've ever brought with me."