Fic - One Sweet Kiss
Are you ready for a little romance?
FanFic100 prompt: 039 - Taste
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 8 - First kiss
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Summary: Sweet lip, you teach my mouth with one sweet kiss. - Shakespeare
By: Margaret Price
Written: September 22, 2007
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One Sweet Kiss
Word count: 584
Just a taste.
Dorian had expected the Major to taste of cigarettes and stale coffee, the two things he had in his mouth most often. Well, that and obscenities. Yet, this was not the case. That first kiss was honey sweet and took his breath away. He should have known that the Major would plan everything out, even to this minute detail.
Dorian thought back on the events leading to this, their first kiss. He had been stalking the man during his mission, very much in his usually manner. Making the Alphabet even more nervous than they usually were. At the end of the successful mission, the Major had appeared at the Earl’s hotel room, looking even more amazingly sexy in his crisp, fresh uniform.
Dorian could not quite remember what he had said as the man came through the door, the scent of the Major’s aftershave making him giddy as he passed. In fact, now that he thought about it, he could not quite remember what the Major had said, either. He had assumed it would be the usual reprimand about his screwing up yet another mission.
That was when it happened, and he wished to God he could remember what he had said. The Major’s dark green eyes had fixed themselves on his face, his musky scent making him drunk. He felt sure that he must have said something about wanting to devour the man’s lips, because they were pursed in such a way that they could be getting ready to plant a kiss, or open in an angry tirade. Naturally, Dorian preferred the former.
“Oh, to taste those sweet swelling lips…”
Dorian knew he’d probably taken some liberties with the sonnet, as the words echoed in his mind. Two hands had taken hold of his head, not roughly, nor with the intent of smashing it into the nearby wall. They pulled the Earl forward until lips met, and he suddenly lost his ability to think in a coherent manner.
Soft, gentle, tasting of…of…Klaus. Yes, that must be it. The man had a flavor uniquely his own. There was the tantalizing hint of something sweet, but it was much too early for alcohol, even if it were just a sip of wine. Not that Dorian cared as this first, long, sensual kiss lingered on his lips.
Oh, what must I taste like? Dorian found himself wondering, mentally going through the list of things he had breakfasted on. Thank goodness he had decided against the kippers. That would have been a horrible thing for the Major to have to contend with this first time.
Dorian did not even realize that he had closed his eyes until he heard a small chuckle from the Major. The man’s hands were still holding his head in a gentle caress. He opened his eyes to see those green eyes still fixed on him. “You look like you’re gonna pass out,” the Major observed quietly.
Dorian gave him a contented smile. “Perhaps I am,” he said, tilting his head to press a cheek into the man’s hand. “You taste…” He sighed. “Glorious.”
“Good. Then it was worth it.”
Dorian scowled. “What was worth it?” he asked. Then he broke into a brilliant smile when he heard that the Major had made a point of eating honey on bread before coming to his room.
“Oh! To taste those sugared lips again!” Dorian said before he reached out, took hold of the Major, and planted another kiss on his delicious honeyed lips.
- END -
Mosellegreen, does this count for your first kiss challenge?
FanFic100 prompt: 039 - Taste
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 8 - First kiss
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Summary: Sweet lip, you teach my mouth with one sweet kiss. - Shakespeare
By: Margaret Price
Written: September 22, 2007
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
One Sweet Kiss
Word count: 584
Just a taste.
Dorian had expected the Major to taste of cigarettes and stale coffee, the two things he had in his mouth most often. Well, that and obscenities. Yet, this was not the case. That first kiss was honey sweet and took his breath away. He should have known that the Major would plan everything out, even to this minute detail.
Dorian thought back on the events leading to this, their first kiss. He had been stalking the man during his mission, very much in his usually manner. Making the Alphabet even more nervous than they usually were. At the end of the successful mission, the Major had appeared at the Earl’s hotel room, looking even more amazingly sexy in his crisp, fresh uniform.
Dorian could not quite remember what he had said as the man came through the door, the scent of the Major’s aftershave making him giddy as he passed. In fact, now that he thought about it, he could not quite remember what the Major had said, either. He had assumed it would be the usual reprimand about his screwing up yet another mission.
That was when it happened, and he wished to God he could remember what he had said. The Major’s dark green eyes had fixed themselves on his face, his musky scent making him drunk. He felt sure that he must have said something about wanting to devour the man’s lips, because they were pursed in such a way that they could be getting ready to plant a kiss, or open in an angry tirade. Naturally, Dorian preferred the former.
“Oh, to taste those sweet swelling lips…”
Dorian knew he’d probably taken some liberties with the sonnet, as the words echoed in his mind. Two hands had taken hold of his head, not roughly, nor with the intent of smashing it into the nearby wall. They pulled the Earl forward until lips met, and he suddenly lost his ability to think in a coherent manner.
Soft, gentle, tasting of…of…Klaus. Yes, that must be it. The man had a flavor uniquely his own. There was the tantalizing hint of something sweet, but it was much too early for alcohol, even if it were just a sip of wine. Not that Dorian cared as this first, long, sensual kiss lingered on his lips.
Oh, what must I taste like? Dorian found himself wondering, mentally going through the list of things he had breakfasted on. Thank goodness he had decided against the kippers. That would have been a horrible thing for the Major to have to contend with this first time.
Dorian did not even realize that he had closed his eyes until he heard a small chuckle from the Major. The man’s hands were still holding his head in a gentle caress. He opened his eyes to see those green eyes still fixed on him. “You look like you’re gonna pass out,” the Major observed quietly.
Dorian gave him a contented smile. “Perhaps I am,” he said, tilting his head to press a cheek into the man’s hand. “You taste…” He sighed. “Glorious.”
“Good. Then it was worth it.”
Dorian scowled. “What was worth it?” he asked. Then he broke into a brilliant smile when he heard that the Major had made a point of eating honey on bread before coming to his room.
“Oh! To taste those sugared lips again!” Dorian said before he reached out, took hold of the Major, and planted another kiss on his delicious honeyed lips.
- END -
Mosellegreen, does this count for your first kiss challenge?