Self-Conscious -- Power Rangers Mystic Force
Title: Self-Conscious
Fandom: Power Rangers Mystic Force
Word Count: 512
Rating: PG-13
Summary: First kisses are always inescapably awkward...
A/N: 512 words of fluff. Inspired by one of those tell-all late-night female discussions, and a new boyfriend. I hate myself for writing this. No, really I do.
So please don't go away
Won't this feeling stay with me forever,
Forever, I said
"Please don't go away
I just want you to stay with me forever"
|| Somewhere Down on Fullerton ~~ Allister ||
First kisses are always awkward.
I know. I have a lot of experience with them. It’s kind of hard to be active on the club circuit without getting into the scene, after all. You can avoid the pills and the alcohol easily enough; just don’t drink anything, and toss everything given to you in the trashcan.
But when everyone around you is getting into the giant orgy that passes for dancing or making out in a dark corner, and the music just pulses around your body, drumming the heat and hormones… it’s kind of hard to resist. Plus, that’s the perk of being a popular DJ, y’know? Guys are impressed by a girl who can spin with the best of them.
So yea, I’ve got a lot of notches on my belt. I enjoyed creating most of them, but most of them I never looked at again.
But all of them started out helplessly embarrassing.
Smashing noses together is the one of the most normal fumbles. After all, everyone’s noses are different lengths and shapes; it makes sense that if you haven’t had experience together, or if you’re in a dark room, that you’ll bump them. Plus, they’re all in the same place on our faces: right above the mouth. Most people are so focused on trying to kiss, that they forget noses get in the way.
It hurts like a bitch, too. Makes your eyes tear up, and causes discomfort in the guy, too. Worst case, you start apologizing and the entire mood is ruined.
Clicking teeth together is the next one. Maybe the guy misjudged the distance between you two in the gloom, or maybe you were both too eager; whatever, it makes a loud noise and feels weird.
After those, any manner of things can go wrong. You might not know what to do with your hands, or there might be people watching. Hell, first kisses are just completely embarrassing, end of story.
It’s when the guy immediately goes after a second kiss, with a short, self-deprecating laugh, that you know you’ve caught a keeper.
“So, does this mean all the yelling and antagonizing was because you have a teensy, tiny, microscopic crush on me?”
Xander grins infectiously, leaning down for another kiss, instead of replying.
I can’t help but laugh softly. “You are such a stereotypical boy.”
“Would you rather I stopped to woo your affections with flowers and chocolate?” Xander’s hands have somehow worked their way into my hair. Quite a feat, considering how short it is.
“No thanks; I saw what happened the last time you tried to use your magic on flowers.” I punctuate my statement with a kiss, designed to enhance the playful sting.
Okay, that was a lie. I just wanted another kiss.
“Hey! I’ll have you know, some people might appreciate a flower that eats bugs.” His wounded expression is just too much.
“It bit my fingers, Xander.”
“That’s not its fault; you just hurt its feelings.”
First kisses are always inescapably clumsy. But if you’re lucky, they’ll get amazing, real quick.
Fandom: Power Rangers Mystic Force
Word Count: 512
Rating: PG-13
Summary: First kisses are always inescapably awkward...
A/N: 512 words of fluff. Inspired by one of those tell-all late-night female discussions, and a new boyfriend. I hate myself for writing this. No, really I do.
So please don't go away
Won't this feeling stay with me forever,
Forever, I said
"Please don't go away
I just want you to stay with me forever"
|| Somewhere Down on Fullerton ~~ Allister ||
First kisses are always awkward.
I know. I have a lot of experience with them. It’s kind of hard to be active on the club circuit without getting into the scene, after all. You can avoid the pills and the alcohol easily enough; just don’t drink anything, and toss everything given to you in the trashcan.
But when everyone around you is getting into the giant orgy that passes for dancing or making out in a dark corner, and the music just pulses around your body, drumming the heat and hormones… it’s kind of hard to resist. Plus, that’s the perk of being a popular DJ, y’know? Guys are impressed by a girl who can spin with the best of them.
So yea, I’ve got a lot of notches on my belt. I enjoyed creating most of them, but most of them I never looked at again.
But all of them started out helplessly embarrassing.
Smashing noses together is the one of the most normal fumbles. After all, everyone’s noses are different lengths and shapes; it makes sense that if you haven’t had experience together, or if you’re in a dark room, that you’ll bump them. Plus, they’re all in the same place on our faces: right above the mouth. Most people are so focused on trying to kiss, that they forget noses get in the way.
It hurts like a bitch, too. Makes your eyes tear up, and causes discomfort in the guy, too. Worst case, you start apologizing and the entire mood is ruined.
Clicking teeth together is the next one. Maybe the guy misjudged the distance between you two in the gloom, or maybe you were both too eager; whatever, it makes a loud noise and feels weird.
After those, any manner of things can go wrong. You might not know what to do with your hands, or there might be people watching. Hell, first kisses are just completely embarrassing, end of story.
It’s when the guy immediately goes after a second kiss, with a short, self-deprecating laugh, that you know you’ve caught a keeper.
“So, does this mean all the yelling and antagonizing was because you have a teensy, tiny, microscopic crush on me?”
Xander grins infectiously, leaning down for another kiss, instead of replying.
I can’t help but laugh softly. “You are such a stereotypical boy.”
“Would you rather I stopped to woo your affections with flowers and chocolate?” Xander’s hands have somehow worked their way into my hair. Quite a feat, considering how short it is.
“No thanks; I saw what happened the last time you tried to use your magic on flowers.” I punctuate my statement with a kiss, designed to enhance the playful sting.
Okay, that was a lie. I just wanted another kiss.
“Hey! I’ll have you know, some people might appreciate a flower that eats bugs.” His wounded expression is just too much.
“It bit my fingers, Xander.”
“That’s not its fault; you just hurt its feelings.”
First kisses are always inescapably clumsy. But if you’re lucky, they’ll get amazing, real quick.