Fic: Types of kisses
Fandom: Psych
Story Title: Types of Kisses
Character/Relationships: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, Victoria Lassiter; Victoria/Lassiter, Shawn/Lassiter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Carlton's understanding of what kissing was had varied from partner to partner. But his best understanding was with Shawn.
AN: This was written for challenge 4 of round 1 of tvnetwork1_las. The prompt was "A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." - Ingrid Bergman
Types of Kisses
As a young man, Carlton Lassiter was only aware of three types of kisses. One was platonic pecks, the kind you gave your mother or aunts or over-enthusiastic female friends. One was chaste, the kisses of first dates with *nice* girls, the kind of girls him mother liked. The final one, the best one, was frenching which, like the things it was normally a prelude to, his Catholic mother liked to think him innocent of.
As a married man, he became more aware of the meanings behind kisses. He and Victoria could convey entire messages to one another through kisses; anything from: "I need to show off to my friend that I have a husband and she doesn't; she is getting on my nerves." to: "We haven't had sex in a while, want to have a go?" Indeed with Victoria all kisses were message kisses and, by the end, they were messages he didn't want hear. Messages like "I'm sorry." Messages like "Goodbye."
It was only when he started dating Shawn Spencer that kisses became kisses. They could start out like message kisses - "Shut up, Spencer!" - or frenching or something like that, but the minute his lips were pressed to Shawn's something … changed. Every kiss with Shawn was different, nothing he could categorise or put into little boxes. Kissing Shawn was more than messages, more than this type or that type. It was a connection and emotions and maybe it would lead to something more but maybe it wouldn't.
It was about moments. That was it. Emotions and thoughts and relationships trapped inside those seconds when they touched. It was about them.
Story Title: Types of Kisses
Character/Relationships: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, Victoria Lassiter; Victoria/Lassiter, Shawn/Lassiter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Carlton's understanding of what kissing was had varied from partner to partner. But his best understanding was with Shawn.
AN: This was written for challenge 4 of round 1 of tvnetwork1_las. The prompt was "A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." - Ingrid Bergman
Types of Kisses
As a young man, Carlton Lassiter was only aware of three types of kisses. One was platonic pecks, the kind you gave your mother or aunts or over-enthusiastic female friends. One was chaste, the kisses of first dates with *nice* girls, the kind of girls him mother liked. The final one, the best one, was frenching which, like the things it was normally a prelude to, his Catholic mother liked to think him innocent of.
As a married man, he became more aware of the meanings behind kisses. He and Victoria could convey entire messages to one another through kisses; anything from: "I need to show off to my friend that I have a husband and she doesn't; she is getting on my nerves." to: "We haven't had sex in a while, want to have a go?" Indeed with Victoria all kisses were message kisses and, by the end, they were messages he didn't want hear. Messages like "I'm sorry." Messages like "Goodbye."
It was only when he started dating Shawn Spencer that kisses became kisses. They could start out like message kisses - "Shut up, Spencer!" - or frenching or something like that, but the minute his lips were pressed to Shawn's something … changed. Every kiss with Shawn was different, nothing he could categorise or put into little boxes. Kissing Shawn was more than messages, more than this type or that type. It was a connection and emotions and maybe it would lead to something more but maybe it wouldn't.
It was about moments. That was it. Emotions and thoughts and relationships trapped inside those seconds when they touched. It was about them.