Pearl String of Fics: First Kisses In the Rain

[tiptoe39]

So inspired partly by comment_fic and partly by my amazing Twitter timeline, I'd like to open up the first ever Pearl String of Fics.

In the comments, please leave a short fic/drabble depicting a First Kiss in the Rain. Any pairing or fandom is welcome. There may be many Dean/Castiel fics, but we'll just consider them the white pearls, and the other pairings

Comments

[lovedlea]

The rain's trying to decide which part Dean likes best. He watches it drip down Cas' brow, over the bridge of his nose. Not touching him should be a crime somewhere. He watches it slide around Cas' jawline and his fingers itch to grab him there. It's his lips though that send Dean over the edge. Dean's fingers close around the dripping fabric of Cas' trench and he decides, finally, it's about damn time he got the chance to taste what the rain's been kissing all damn day.

[tiptoe39]

nnngh i love this, doll!! Such a clever way to go about it and so hot :)

[lovedlea]

thank you luv <3

[darkforetold]

Beautiful!! <3

Re: Balthazar/Castiel - Let The Heavens Open

[obstinatrix]

...you made me read Balthazar fic and like it. What are you doing to me? This is gorgeous.

Re: Balthazar/Castiel - Let The Heavens Open

[tiptoe39]

oh fffff tell me you guys are friends. *pushes together*

Re: Balthazar/Castiel - Let The Heavens Open

[obstinatrix]

WE ARE NOT FRIENDS.

[obstinatrix]

Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.

[tiptoe39]

Fuck fuck fuck hot hot hot I burned my fingers

[darkforetold]

ughhhhh. brb I need a moment. That was.. too effing hot. Damn it. I shouldn't be reading this stuff at work! ghjgkkgjbjjbn

[obstinatrix]

The night before Death, it's raining. Ellen is warm with alcohol and adrenaline, her gut churning with some combination of both, and when Castiel pauses at the corner of the yard, she sees that he is nervous, too - sees it in his face, the crook of his mouth, the way his brows draw together.

"Hey," she says. She doesn't know why it's so important to her, suddenly, that Castiel be reassured, except that he is an angel and angels should be certain; angels should know. Her hand closes wet around his bicep, the fabric of his trenchcoat damp beneath her fingers, and the shudder that runs through him is the opposite of sure. A shudder of innocence, of confusion, of fear, of want. He lifts his face, and there is rain on his parted mouth, and she thinks, unblemishedNobody should die like that, and Ellen knows that they are all going to die

[tiptoe39]

Having just come off a con of watching Sam Ferris and Misha Collins interact I am SO into this. XDDDD omg. *loves*

Nngh. Cas having a Momma Bear to comfort him in that womanly way before they die? fyeahhh.

[darkforetold]

So good. ;_;

[jenab]

Mmm, that is lovely.

[akadougal]

He's soaked to the skin and he's faced down an archangel. The storm, the unrestrained power beating at his mind, his soul, his body, seems inconsequential in the face of that. A wild feeling - he can do anything, take on anything - forces itself up inside him

[tiptoe39]

oh god yes!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD amazing!

[akadougal]

pfft. LOOK AT ALL THE KISSING! Yay!

[darkforetold]

mm. Perfect. I hope they get it on in that damn car! <3333