The Perfect Kiss(es)
Two drabbles for forthrightly's "Perfect Kiss" challenge.
Title: His First Lesson
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Word Count: 100
His eyes widened as the warm puff of air hit his lips. The next instant, her lips were upon his, warm and soft, giving yet firm. Too soon it was over. She pulled away, a shy smile curving her lips before her head lowered, bangs and dark lashes hiding her from him.
Carefully, he brushed his thumb across her lower lip, scrutinizing the rosy surface. Sesshoumaru waited until her eyes returned to him. Slowly, he moved his head lower. Gold locked on blue, he placed his lips on hers. Silently, he willed her to teach him what no courtesan could.
Title: The Consummate Comparison
Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome
Word Count: 100
It was warm, a touch wet, and soft…tingly even. He had watched her dark lashes flutter closed, and then there was this. Whatever this was, it wasn’t what he had shared with Kikyo.
This was giving, while that had been demanding.
This was soothing, while that had left him anxious.
This was comforting, while that had been terrifying.
This was peace, while that had been heartbreak.
This, he realized as she slid her arms from around his neck and rested her head again his chest, her lips swollen and pink, was the future. That was the past.
Title: His First Lesson
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Kagome
Word Count: 100
His eyes widened as the warm puff of air hit his lips. The next instant, her lips were upon his, warm and soft, giving yet firm. Too soon it was over. She pulled away, a shy smile curving her lips before her head lowered, bangs and dark lashes hiding her from him.
Carefully, he brushed his thumb across her lower lip, scrutinizing the rosy surface. Sesshoumaru waited until her eyes returned to him. Slowly, he moved his head lower. Gold locked on blue, he placed his lips on hers. Silently, he willed her to teach him what no courtesan could.
Title: The Consummate Comparison
Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome
Word Count: 100
It was warm, a touch wet, and soft…tingly even. He had watched her dark lashes flutter closed, and then there was this. Whatever this was, it wasn’t what he had shared with Kikyo.
This was giving, while that had been demanding.
This was soothing, while that had left him anxious.
This was comforting, while that had been terrifying.
This was peace, while that had been heartbreak.
This, he realized as she slid her arms from around his neck and rested her head again his chest, her lips swollen and pink, was the future. That was the past.