~ make them disappear and we can stay...
With this kiss meme, you’ve got to leave a comment with one of four choices:
A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the nose.
A kiss on the neck.
A kiss on the lips.
Once you leave a comment with your choice, I’ll write you a fic with our characters and your requested kiss destination.
Esme takes all four -whoops.
Forehead
They were outside; again. Huddled under this lame little awning for one of the hotels, they were hardly ever spotted, and one doorman -this late 50's guy with a bit of a limp, always looked the other way if they just happened to sneak inside for some warmth.
Tonight, it was this ineffective younger guy, he didn't bother with them if he couldn't see them. So St John was slotted in between two doorways, Esme sitting over him, her head on his shoulder as she shivered against him. He'd known she was catching a cold, knew it when she'd sneezed the first time. But stubborn her declared being fine. Fine, yeah right.
Pulling her in tighter, letting her soak up his abnormally above safe body temperature and rubbing her back, St John just hoped the kid would fuck off for five minutes so that he could get Esme inside. "Hang tight," St John murmured, pressing a kiss to Esme's forehead. "We'll be fine soon. Promise."
Even if he had to set the stupid little fake tree at the other end of the walkway on fire.
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Nose
To be fair, it wasn't his fault that she looked utterly adorable when she fell asleep. They'd tried to watch the movie four times, she had hounded him about it. She wanted to see it, wanted to be childish and fun. So, he caved, it was that pout and pleading eyes, he couldn't say no. But that was more her hand over his mouth as he tried to argue.
He'd picked up 'Aliens vs Monsters' that afternoon, come home and showed her. She'd been making popcorn, expecting some action flick when he came in and there. He appeased her. And what did she do? Fall asleep half way through it.
It was just so her, and St John was more interested in watch Esme sleep rather than the last half of the lame movie -which was actually really good but he wasn't admitting it to anyone. As the credits rolled, and the music changed, Esme stirred awake, blinking at him with a confused expression. "You fell asleep." He said by way of explanation. "You drooled on my shirt. It was disgusting." She'd be able to see the lie, even without that weird ability to actually see it change, his smirk would give him away.
She just rolled her eyes, still waking up, and John pressed a small kiss to his nose, smirking softly. "You're adorable." And he was actually surprised to see her blush.
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Neck
When John came home, another stupid day with stupid publishers, he was a little surprised to see Regan standing in the hall, sheepish look on her face and a little sooty. "Re, honey, what've you been doing?" The girl shrugged, that same shrug that her mother used on a regular basis. The one that said 'I will deny all accountability' and St John brought his hand to his forehead. Talk about long days.
"Where's your mother?" His voice was tired, but Regan smiled at him and walked across the hall to hug his waist. And John was always a sucker for the girl, stroking the back of her ridiculously long hair that she refused to have cut any more than three centimetres at a time.
"She's upstairs, she's got a migraine." And as Regan smiled up at him, that false innocence that she got from him shinning at him, soot smudged on her cheek, realisation dawned on him.
"We need a new barbecue, don't we?" The smirk on his daughters face was enough to tell him that yes, she had blown up yet another barbecue, and that thank the heavens they hadn't gone with the brick set barbecue because damn, this was number five. Sighing, St John leaned down to press a kiss to Regan's head. "Go and clean the soot off your face, and wash your hands. And don't set fire to the house, okay?" And by God, he never thought he'd say that.
As Regan skipped off to clean herself up, St John took the stairs two at a time and slipped into his and Esme's room, spotting the lump in the bed. Smirking slightly he pulled up the side and leaned on the mattress, hand moving to the back of Es' neck. "You okay?" He asked softly, hoping not to aggravate her migraine any more.
She groaned into the pillow, and he couldn't help the smirk, he only just hid the snicker by pressing his face into her neck, nuzzling slightly and kissing just under her jaw. Toeing off his shoes, St John slid under the covers and Esme almost instantly shifted to lie on his chest. "She blew up the yard." And that time, John did snicker. "It's not funny, the neighbours are going to think we've got explosives."
"Es, babe, the neighbours are twelve acres away." Because apparently, Emma Frost only accepted the best. "I think we'll be fine." People just thought that they were recluses. There was another shift in the mattress, and Regan snuck under the blanket, settling on the other side of her father, smiling at her mother.
"Dad and I'll clean it up." And St John wondered why he was on the clean up crew again.
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Lips
St John hated it when she was sent on missions.
The first time, she was fucking shot -and hid it for days. The second time she came back with a bruise the size of Africa on her head; although Victor got his balls in a vice over that. And now, well, the whole group were three days late and Pyro was close to bashing his head against the wall.
When the jeeps pulled in, and pretty much everyone was ordered to the med lab to get checked out, Pyro was that much closer to hitting his head against a very solid object. And he knew that if Esme was hurt he wouldn't even need to get pissed off, heads would roll simply because Emma would have the knives out.
He didn't even grab a jacket as he made his way over to the med lab, giving Eva a stiff smile as she pointed to the bed Esme was sitting on, the curtain drawn around her. Slipping around it, St John was prepared for something horrific. Instead she seemed fine. Although he wasn't too sure why she didn't have a top on. "Um," his eyebrow raised in question and Esme just glared at him. "What?" He was only human, damnit.
She pulled the hospital gown over her chest and St John moved closer, still looking for any signs of damage. "So, what happened?" He kept his voice low, because Hope was just a bed away, dealing with Gambit, and Eva was on the other side, patching up the busted shoulder of Worth.
"Shit hit the fan." Esme muttered, looking at her feet. "We missed something, Worth got shot, Gambit got knocked out, Rogue had to take some of my powers. That's why they wanna check me out." Pyro just nodded, raising a hand to cup her cheek. "We practically had to hitch hike out of there." And that was sort of weird. John leaned over, aiming to kiss her cheek when Esme turned and caught his lips with hers instead. And John could accept that.
His hand threaded through her hair, lips brushing hers with more certainty as she pressed back, her hands resting on his waist as he stepped closer and...
"Okay, Pyro. Demon needs her check up." Eva smiled at them warmly, even as a blush coloured Esme's cheeks and St John suddenly found the wall amazingly interesting. "It's just a quick check, and then St John can take you to get something to eat, alright?" John nodded slightly, and stood out of the way as Eva looked over Esme, grateful that for once it seemed like Esme avoided most of the damage.
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A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the nose.
A kiss on the neck.
A kiss on the lips.
Once you leave a comment with your choice, I’ll write you a fic with our characters and your requested kiss destination.
Esme takes all four -whoops.
Forehead
They were outside; again. Huddled under this lame little awning for one of the hotels, they were hardly ever spotted, and one doorman -this late 50's guy with a bit of a limp, always looked the other way if they just happened to sneak inside for some warmth.
Tonight, it was this ineffective younger guy, he didn't bother with them if he couldn't see them. So St John was slotted in between two doorways, Esme sitting over him, her head on his shoulder as she shivered against him. He'd known she was catching a cold, knew it when she'd sneezed the first time. But stubborn her declared being fine. Fine, yeah right.
Pulling her in tighter, letting her soak up his abnormally above safe body temperature and rubbing her back, St John just hoped the kid would fuck off for five minutes so that he could get Esme inside. "Hang tight," St John murmured, pressing a kiss to Esme's forehead. "We'll be fine soon. Promise."
Even if he had to set the stupid little fake tree at the other end of the walkway on fire.
---
Nose
To be fair, it wasn't his fault that she looked utterly adorable when she fell asleep. They'd tried to watch the movie four times, she had hounded him about it. She wanted to see it, wanted to be childish and fun. So, he caved, it was that pout and pleading eyes, he couldn't say no. But that was more her hand over his mouth as he tried to argue.
He'd picked up 'Aliens vs Monsters' that afternoon, come home and showed her. She'd been making popcorn, expecting some action flick when he came in and there. He appeased her. And what did she do? Fall asleep half way through it.
It was just so her, and St John was more interested in watch Esme sleep rather than the last half of the lame movie -which was actually really good but he wasn't admitting it to anyone. As the credits rolled, and the music changed, Esme stirred awake, blinking at him with a confused expression. "You fell asleep." He said by way of explanation. "You drooled on my shirt. It was disgusting." She'd be able to see the lie, even without that weird ability to actually see it change, his smirk would give him away.
She just rolled her eyes, still waking up, and John pressed a small kiss to his nose, smirking softly. "You're adorable." And he was actually surprised to see her blush.
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Neck
When John came home, another stupid day with stupid publishers, he was a little surprised to see Regan standing in the hall, sheepish look on her face and a little sooty. "Re, honey, what've you been doing?" The girl shrugged, that same shrug that her mother used on a regular basis. The one that said 'I will deny all accountability' and St John brought his hand to his forehead. Talk about long days.
"Where's your mother?" His voice was tired, but Regan smiled at him and walked across the hall to hug his waist. And John was always a sucker for the girl, stroking the back of her ridiculously long hair that she refused to have cut any more than three centimetres at a time.
"She's upstairs, she's got a migraine." And as Regan smiled up at him, that false innocence that she got from him shinning at him, soot smudged on her cheek, realisation dawned on him.
"We need a new barbecue, don't we?" The smirk on his daughters face was enough to tell him that yes, she had blown up yet another barbecue, and that thank the heavens they hadn't gone with the brick set barbecue because damn, this was number five. Sighing, St John leaned down to press a kiss to Regan's head. "Go and clean the soot off your face, and wash your hands. And don't set fire to the house, okay?" And by God, he never thought he'd say that.
As Regan skipped off to clean herself up, St John took the stairs two at a time and slipped into his and Esme's room, spotting the lump in the bed. Smirking slightly he pulled up the side and leaned on the mattress, hand moving to the back of Es' neck. "You okay?" He asked softly, hoping not to aggravate her migraine any more.
She groaned into the pillow, and he couldn't help the smirk, he only just hid the snicker by pressing his face into her neck, nuzzling slightly and kissing just under her jaw. Toeing off his shoes, St John slid under the covers and Esme almost instantly shifted to lie on his chest. "She blew up the yard." And that time, John did snicker. "It's not funny, the neighbours are going to think we've got explosives."
"Es, babe, the neighbours are twelve acres away." Because apparently, Emma Frost only accepted the best. "I think we'll be fine." People just thought that they were recluses. There was another shift in the mattress, and Regan snuck under the blanket, settling on the other side of her father, smiling at her mother.
"Dad and I'll clean it up." And St John wondered why he was on the clean up crew again.
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Lips
St John hated it when she was sent on missions.
The first time, she was fucking shot -and hid it for days. The second time she came back with a bruise the size of Africa on her head; although Victor got his balls in a vice over that. And now, well, the whole group were three days late and Pyro was close to bashing his head against the wall.
When the jeeps pulled in, and pretty much everyone was ordered to the med lab to get checked out, Pyro was that much closer to hitting his head against a very solid object. And he knew that if Esme was hurt he wouldn't even need to get pissed off, heads would roll simply because Emma would have the knives out.
He didn't even grab a jacket as he made his way over to the med lab, giving Eva a stiff smile as she pointed to the bed Esme was sitting on, the curtain drawn around her. Slipping around it, St John was prepared for something horrific. Instead she seemed fine. Although he wasn't too sure why she didn't have a top on. "Um," his eyebrow raised in question and Esme just glared at him. "What?" He was only human, damnit.
She pulled the hospital gown over her chest and St John moved closer, still looking for any signs of damage. "So, what happened?" He kept his voice low, because Hope was just a bed away, dealing with Gambit, and Eva was on the other side, patching up the busted shoulder of Worth.
"Shit hit the fan." Esme muttered, looking at her feet. "We missed something, Worth got shot, Gambit got knocked out, Rogue had to take some of my powers. That's why they wanna check me out." Pyro just nodded, raising a hand to cup her cheek. "We practically had to hitch hike out of there." And that was sort of weird. John leaned over, aiming to kiss her cheek when Esme turned and caught his lips with hers instead. And John could accept that.
His hand threaded through her hair, lips brushing hers with more certainty as she pressed back, her hands resting on his waist as he stepped closer and...
"Okay, Pyro. Demon needs her check up." Eva smiled at them warmly, even as a blush coloured Esme's cheeks and St John suddenly found the wall amazingly interesting. "It's just a quick check, and then St John can take you to get something to eat, alright?" John nodded slightly, and stood out of the way as Eva looked over Esme, grateful that for once it seemed like Esme avoided most of the damage.
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