kisses and more kisses

[ekaterinn]

I finished the kissing requests! Since I'm going to have more grading to do tomorrow, I'm willing to write more. Just comment with two characters and an emotion or an object from any of these fandoms: SGA, Highlander, Good Omens, Utena, House, due South, Libs and Harry Potter - and I'll write you a kiss!

Kisses so far:

For lynnmonster:

One moment, Chase was leaning exhausted against the wall, hoping the patient wouldn't die before they got the latest test results back. The next, he was shoved upright against it and soundly kissed by a surprisingly strong Cameron. He jerked back, but not far enough. Her fingers clawed into his shoulder blades. Her mouth was demanding, but warm. He gave into it then, with what little grace as he could conjure up.

"I thought we weren't going to do this anymore," he said when she let go, his whisper seeming loud in the relative quiet of the hospital at night. He felt dizzy.

Cameron closed her eyes, and leaned forward again. She smelled like honey and vanilla and desperation. "Don't talk," she said.

He didn't.


For amai:

Touga shouldn't do this. Really. They were no longer kids, he had a devilish madman to placate, a certain pink-haired girl to seduce and he hadn't gotten more than three hours of sleep a night in the past week. But Saionji looked so adorably disgusted wearing that apron that Touga couldn't help himself.

Just a quick peck. That's all. But then there was tongue. And a moan. Really, who could blame him for not coming up for air for at least thirty seconds? Definitely not a minute, though. Even if they were both talented at breathing though their noses.

And Saionji still looked adorable when Touga pulled away. Adorably aroused. Touga sighed. There was nothing for it. He leaned in and kissed him again. And again.

The apron looked much better on the floor than it did on Saionji.


For ohtori_akio:

"Where's my team?" Rodney demanded, ignoring the way his voice cracked on the last syllable. The man in front of him, dressed resplendently in a red outfit that seemed to go strangely with his purple hair, didn't answer. Instead, he raised one elegant finger to Rodney's cheek and caressed it. Rodney shivered involuntarily. This is bad, this is very bad, he chanted inside his head, I'm stranded on a planet that looks like something out of a French farce, I have no idea where Sheppard and others are, and that man just stroked me!

But just as he was drawing breath to communicate some of this, the other man leaned down and pressed his lips against Rodney's. The kiss was short, but seductive. All thoughts of his team vanished from his mind. He took a step forward into the stranger's space. He smiled down at Rodney indulgently, before kissing him again. Rodney found himself clutching at his shoulder, tasting his mouth, shaking with desire.

The man let go of him then, causing Rodney to whimper. "Shh," the stranger said, "Brilliance is always brightest before midnight."

"Huh?" Rodney knew there were questions he should asking. There were things important to him, right? But his thoughts were fuzzy and disorientated.

The stranger smiled at him again, showing a white flash of teeth. "Come," he commanded, beckoning with a wave of his hand. And Rodney followed after, like a dog to his master.


For alimaaneal:

Because it was Miel, H didn't immediately knife her, rifle though her pockets, and disappear to the next station. But it was close thing.

"Happy Christmas, H!" she chirped annoyingly afterwards and flounced away still holding that strange green thing in her hand.

He rubbed at his lips, ignoring Daniel's amused grin. "Bah, humbug," he muttered.

Comments

[heuradys.livejournal.com]

Peter and Carson! Raunch.

Please. *g*

maybe a bit more desperate than raunch. ^^;

[ekaterinn.livejournal.com]

They shouldn't be doing this in the control room, even at this late hour. But Carson's mouth was warm and giving, his stubble scraping Peter's chin pleasantly. They kissed again and again, like teenagers, like lovers. Wet and sloppy kisses, given for the sake of giving, and Peter shuddered with something more than desire. I need you, he thought as he pulled Carson closer to him, Don't go offworld. Trying to say everything in kisses. Don't you dare die. And only hoped that Carson could somehow read his meaning.

Re: maybe a bit more desperate than raunch. ^^;

[paisleyparadox.livejournal.com]

guh. H pointed me over here. Just guh.

*looks all cute* Please mam, can we have some more only with 'wet'? :D

Re: maybe a bit more desperate than raunch. ^^;

[heuradys.livejournal.com]

Oh my that is just lovely that is. Mmmm... Thank you!

[mondschein1.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmm...F/K, entirely accidental and circumstantial. :)

[ekaterinn.livejournal.com]

It just kept happening. Ray would turn around to say somethng to Fraser, and find the Mountie leaning in to do the same. Or they would be following a suspect, and get stuck in a tiny service elevator. Or they would be fighting and Ray would be getting up into Fraser's face, close enough to feel the hot, angry huffs of his partner. But each time, Ray would have to pause, and draw back, because Fraser's lips were so close, too near for comfort, for fucking safety.

And okay, fine, maybe he was a little queer. That didn't make it right to want to do things to the Mountie. Hell, the guy was his partner, and Ray wasn't gonna to mess that up, no way, no how.

Except - Fraser kept looking at him. Like he was hungry, and not for Chinese. And it didn't take much observing of Fraser's interactions with women to figure that he wasn't going to make the first move, ever.

Maybe Ray was a lot queer, to be even thinking of taking a chance like this. But he had learned to swim by being dumped in Lake Michigan, so it wasn't like he didn't have a preceeding thing for this.

So the next time Fraser leaned in too close, Ray didn't back away. Instead, he took a deep breath, and closed the distance.

[mondschein1.livejournal.com]

Awww, yay! *pats boys' heads*

[ekaterinn.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Thanks, I'm glad you liked!

[ohtori-akio.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Rodney as Miki. The parallel just hit me. Heh.

[ekaterinn.livejournal.com]

*g* I was going to have Akio saying something about Rodney just needing blue hair, but thought that might be a bit too lighthearted for the scene.