Kissing. It needs to happen *nods*
*fixes flist with a stern look, tapping riding crop on palm of hand* (I wish I had a riding crop, the best I have is a hairbrush)
Today is international interfandom making-out day, and you know what? There should be kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. Because kissing is fun, like when your back is against the wall and you can't pull them in any closer and they moan when you catch their lower lip between your teeth, and there's groping, sure, but it's kissing for kissing's sake. Like this- I mean that material is pretty, uh, motivational. So lordessrenegade and I want your kissing. Any fandom, any pairing.
It can be the time Ray Vecchio made Ray Kowalski kiss him for once, made them go slow, got him so worked up he couldn't see straight and he was holding onto Vecchio for dear life and he never wanted to breathe again. It could be happy in the cabin! Fraser/RayK kisses, where they're so domesticated and married it's adorable, and Ray is cooking supper and Fraser kisses the tip of his nose and is being totally distracting, so he has to make out with him. How would Turnbull kiss? I bet it would be a totally weird way of kissing, in totally random places, like the inside of Ray's elbow, his hipbone, little kisses along his hairline until Ray just wanted to grab him and make him kiss properly, but Turnbull's stronger than Ray, right? Frannie/Stella, all giggly and drunk, blouses riding up, hands on each other's hips outside Stella's apartment, where you just know what's going to happen once the apaerment door closes. Geoffrey/Ellen kisses, smudging their stage make up, still high on a post-play buzz, in the middle of the dressing room with the rest of the cast still getting changed. Duck/Dan kisses, all happy and gentle and slow.
There are so many kisses! And you know, I have a huuuuuge essay to write today, so I would just love to be totally distracted by lovely shiny kissing, it would completely make my day!
So do you know what you need to do? You need to go here and post your links to kissingfic, and because I love kissingfic too, I have written a little one.
Author:
llassah
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Kara/Leoben
Length: 357 words
Notes: Inspired by the Dylan Thomas poem The force that through the green fuse drives the flower because nothing says patterns to me more than this. I expect one day someone will post an amazingly intelligent post one why. I just wrote kissing.
And it’s the love, after all, isn’t it? Running down the river, over the pebbles, the silt, tangling in the waterweed, pulling along gnarled treebranches. Flowing up the trunk of the tree that the branch came from, through every vein of the leaf and down, down among the roots, into the soil, deep loamy earth he pushes his fingers into, the cold clean smell saying home. The love that trickles from the cuts in his skin is the love that is in his tears and sweat, and both are in the sand of the parched desert and the shimmer of the ocean and he sees them all and he knows them all and can only tell what he sees with words that stumble and stutter, fragile in meaning.
It is the love that is in her kiss, in her lips, in her hands as they tighten on his shoulders, as she bites his lower lip. Love in her moans, her soft breaths, her struggle as she pushes him and he yields, lets her, as he steals her step forward with his step back so they are still in the same place. He makes it easy and she wants a fight, and that is love too. She can lead, and he will follow, but she does not know that love drives all, and love moves all.
Her mouth tastes of coffee, and when she lets go enough, she teases, plays, taunts him, licking along his lower lip then pulling her head back, her breath warm in the space between them. It is a game to her now, hate beneath her playing, waiting to be remembered but soon she will learn about the love beneath the hate, how they’re two halves of the same pattern. It is a game and she pulls him close, hooking a leg around his waist, whispers ‘I hate you’ against his neck as he licks around the shell of her ear, gasping out a shuddering breath, and the breath is love and the words are air, and he kisses her sweetly, softly as she reaches for the knife.
There is love in that, too.