ficlet: gemma doyle trilogy: never kiss and tell
note: i wrote this quite a while ago and posted it at my journal and an old community, but i forgot to post it here. (: i hope you enjoy it!
title: never kiss and tell
fandom & pairing. gemma doyle trilogy, gemma doyle/kartik
setting & time: spence academy for girls, unspecific
word count & rating: unknown, pg-13
excerpt: He pulls the comb from my unruly red hair and it tumbles down my back, allowing him to tangle his fingers in it as he pulls me closer. My hands travel up and down his back, his thin shirt the only thing seperating me from his bare skin.
disclaimer: i don't own anything. everything belongs to libba bray. this is just for entertainment. no profit is being made.
I watch Kartik reach up to make sure the newly hung painting is straight, his muscles rippling beneath the soft brown skin of his arms. It takes everything I have to keep my distance, to not ruin my reputation at Spence just yet.
He rocks back on his heels and looks around the parlor, catching my eye as he does so. The wink that follows has my heart aflutter and I can hardly catch my breath.
"Miss Doyle!" Mrs. Nightwing barks, her eyes shining with disapproval. That seems to be the look I receive more and more often as of late. There's nothing I can do to change that now. With Circe and the Winterland creatures gaining more and more power in the realms, disappointed looks and fearful glances are all I get nowadays.
"Yes, Mrs. Nightwing?" I reply, breaking eye contact with Kartik.
"Mrs. Nightwing! Mrs. Nightwing!" a few of the younger girls call from the front door, interrupting her just as she starts to speak.
"Oh, alright. I'll be back in a moment, Miss Doyle," she warns, hurrying outside as the girls race toward the East Wing.
Kartik smirks once we're alone again and a blush rises up my neck, spreading across my cheeks.
"What?" I ask as innocently as I can muster, the pink blush on my cheeks deepening in color.
"Nothing," he shrugs, staying silent for a moment before continuing. "I just noticed you staring in my direction and I thought it humorous that you were caught."
I step closer to him, close enough to touch him, but I don't. "That was not at all humorous," I inisist. "We very well could have been found out."
Kartik shrugs and places a hand on my waist, bringing me slightly closer to him. A small gasp escapes my lips at his boldness. It would be quite scandalous if we were caught by Brigid, Mrs. Nightwing, or one of the other girls. The very thought excites me more than I care to admit.
His other hand glides across my jaw, cupping the side of my face, his lips just a whisper away from mine. The sweet scent of the forest lingers on his skin and I'm intoxicated by his very presence. I can hardly keep myself from him any longer, so I press my lips to his.
He pulls the comb from my unruly red hair and it tumbles down my back, allowing him to tangle his fingers in it as he pulls me closer. My hands travel up and down his back, his thin shirt the only thing seperating me from his bare skin.
I am the first to break our kiss, but only because I'm struggling for breath.
"We should probably stop before we're caught by Mrs. Nightwing," Kartik suggests, a broad grin spreading across his lips. I can hardly stop my own smile from taking form, but I supress it for just a moment longer.
I leave one last tender kiss on his lips before stepping just out of reach.
"Gemma..." he complains, his lips slightly swollen from our previous kiss. I wonder to myself whether mine look the same.
"I should join Miss Worthington in the great hall. Surely she's looking for me by now."
His eyes twinkle mischievously, but he nods in agreement. "I'm sure... Good day, Miss Doyle."
"Good day, Mr. Kartik," I say as I walk from the room, feeling nothing but a strong longing to turn around and jump into his awaiting arms. Instead, I hold my head high and join Felicity on the other side of the door.
"Were you just kissing him?" she asks as the door closes, her arm slipping through mine as she drags me toward her tent of colorful scarves. "You both suddenly stopped speaking, so I can only assume..."
"A lady must never kiss and tell," I insist and I'm sure her loud protests can be heard by the rest of Spence.
title: never kiss and tell
fandom & pairing. gemma doyle trilogy, gemma doyle/kartik
setting & time: spence academy for girls, unspecific
word count & rating: unknown, pg-13
excerpt: He pulls the comb from my unruly red hair and it tumbles down my back, allowing him to tangle his fingers in it as he pulls me closer. My hands travel up and down his back, his thin shirt the only thing seperating me from his bare skin.
disclaimer: i don't own anything. everything belongs to libba bray. this is just for entertainment. no profit is being made.
I watch Kartik reach up to make sure the newly hung painting is straight, his muscles rippling beneath the soft brown skin of his arms. It takes everything I have to keep my distance, to not ruin my reputation at Spence just yet.
He rocks back on his heels and looks around the parlor, catching my eye as he does so. The wink that follows has my heart aflutter and I can hardly catch my breath.
"Miss Doyle!" Mrs. Nightwing barks, her eyes shining with disapproval. That seems to be the look I receive more and more often as of late. There's nothing I can do to change that now. With Circe and the Winterland creatures gaining more and more power in the realms, disappointed looks and fearful glances are all I get nowadays.
"Yes, Mrs. Nightwing?" I reply, breaking eye contact with Kartik.
"Mrs. Nightwing! Mrs. Nightwing!" a few of the younger girls call from the front door, interrupting her just as she starts to speak.
"Oh, alright. I'll be back in a moment, Miss Doyle," she warns, hurrying outside as the girls race toward the East Wing.
Kartik smirks once we're alone again and a blush rises up my neck, spreading across my cheeks.
"What?" I ask as innocently as I can muster, the pink blush on my cheeks deepening in color.
"Nothing," he shrugs, staying silent for a moment before continuing. "I just noticed you staring in my direction and I thought it humorous that you were caught."
I step closer to him, close enough to touch him, but I don't. "That was not at all humorous," I inisist. "We very well could have been found out."
Kartik shrugs and places a hand on my waist, bringing me slightly closer to him. A small gasp escapes my lips at his boldness. It would be quite scandalous if we were caught by Brigid, Mrs. Nightwing, or one of the other girls. The very thought excites me more than I care to admit.
His other hand glides across my jaw, cupping the side of my face, his lips just a whisper away from mine. The sweet scent of the forest lingers on his skin and I'm intoxicated by his very presence. I can hardly keep myself from him any longer, so I press my lips to his.
He pulls the comb from my unruly red hair and it tumbles down my back, allowing him to tangle his fingers in it as he pulls me closer. My hands travel up and down his back, his thin shirt the only thing seperating me from his bare skin.
I am the first to break our kiss, but only because I'm struggling for breath.
"We should probably stop before we're caught by Mrs. Nightwing," Kartik suggests, a broad grin spreading across his lips. I can hardly stop my own smile from taking form, but I supress it for just a moment longer.
I leave one last tender kiss on his lips before stepping just out of reach.
"Gemma..." he complains, his lips slightly swollen from our previous kiss. I wonder to myself whether mine look the same.
"I should join Miss Worthington in the great hall. Surely she's looking for me by now."
His eyes twinkle mischievously, but he nods in agreement. "I'm sure... Good day, Miss Doyle."
"Good day, Mr. Kartik," I say as I walk from the room, feeling nothing but a strong longing to turn around and jump into his awaiting arms. Instead, I hold my head high and join Felicity on the other side of the door.
"Were you just kissing him?" she asks as the door closes, her arm slipping through mine as she drags me toward her tent of colorful scarves. "You both suddenly stopped speaking, so I can only assume..."
"A lady must never kiss and tell," I insist and I'm sure her loud protests can be heard by the rest of Spence.