This thing: One overly dramatic scene, two points of view.
Zippo dialogue.
Fluff. Had it for eight months, didn’t know what to do with
it. Decided
to make it a sappy song challenge story. I avoided the tempation to use
“Kiss the Girl” (from little mermaid
A Kiss Is Just A Kiss
My eyes fell closed as his lips brushed mine, gently molding. At the instant of contact something began to blossom forth. Something wild and overwhelming. Out of control. It was nothing I could contain or put a stop to. My hands flew up to his chest as if to ward him off, but instead pulled him closer. Coherent thought ceased and what little equilibrium I'd had evaporated, vanished in the face of the vortex that was pulling me under.
Almost distantly I felt the ragged pounding of his heartbeat against my fingers which clutched at his garments. His arms went about my shoulders, gathering me closer, tighter in his embrace and then he deepened the kiss. Deepened it! My mind half denied that this were possible as we were both dragged along on a wave of passion. His fingers roamed my back, my face, my hair reverently caressing, invoking a tearful half sob at the back of my throat.
He would have pulled away then, but my arms stole up about his neck, inviting his lips to continue their loving plunder. I pressed into him, holding on for dear life.
He finally pulled reluctantly away. He needed to breathe. I needed to breathe. I *need* to breathe, but the world continued to spin. I touched my tingling lips, which told without a shadow of a doubt that I'd been well and truly kissed, leaving me thoroughly shaken, thoroughly terrified.
I stumbled backward, fearful of the emotions he'd evoked, was evoking in me. Afraid of the ones I saw burning in his eyes.
He called after me, his confusion, vulnerability and fear evident. But I turned and I ran, and I kept running until I stood in my quarters, back flattened against the door, positively undone. And still I couldn't breathe.
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I'd meant it to be a gentle kiss, just a soft touching of the lips. But something happened when we touched, something beyond the gentle brushing of flesh on flesh. Something wild and without abandon surged through me, through us. She grabbed at my shirt, and pulled me closer stunning me with the intense wave of desire it evoked. I was willingly drowning in it, my heart rate at overdrive. And still I wanted more.
I gathered her closer, tighter in my embrace. I wanted to absorb her, melt into her. I wanted to love her, touch her every where at once. All of the ways I wanted to touch her... And my hands began to roam, gently exploring all those wonderful places. She made a small noise then, shocking me. Momentary fear seized me - had I hurt her in some way? Any fear was lost as her arms went about my neck, inviting me in. Offering more and more. I was losing myself, but it didn’t' matter. I never wanted to leave this place.
When we parted I was sure all the love in my being poured from every part of me. I offered it all. But she backed away with an expression of utter terror. What had I done?
I called her, but she ran away and left me standing stunned
and unable
to move. Oh, what have I done?
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Fade out over the stars, and... cue music...
AS TIME GOES BY
from the movie Casablanca
You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss,'
A sigh is just a sigh,
The fundamental things apply, as time goes by.
And when two lovers woo, they still say "I love you,"
on that you can rely,
No matter what the future brings, as time goes by.
Moonlight and love songs, never out of date,
Hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate,
Woman needs man, and man must have his mate,
there's no one can deny.
It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory,
A case of do or die,
The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.