DPP: Kissing

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Hi everyone! You know me and I know most of you, so let's get started! I think everyone agrees that pilot kisses are hot and gorgeous and bring everything from comfort to passion. So for today's DPP, I'm going to ask you to write a kiss. Just a kiss. Any kind of kiss. I want to see WHY pilot kisses are so amazing, what they mean and how they send us into fits of delightful squee or maybe a tear for the sweetness of it all.

teasing kisses happy kisses friendly kisses of longing and desperation thank-god-you-are-alive kisses face-touching kisses rough and raw kisses that mean everything kisses that mean nothing angsty kisses teasing kisses that promise more tender kisses with a hint of passion kisses of regret and apology kisses congratulations kisses stolen kisses long and luxurious kisses...

You see the possibilities. Go forth and write me a kiss. *mwah*

(And for those who are not writers, how about contributing a little GIF inspiration? Or maybe a prompt or two?)

Comments

[amaliak.livejournal.com]

With the Agathon's help, they managed to get themselves to the head after the dance.
They were alone now, most people having gone back to the rec room or on duty, and Kara was doing her best to unwrap her hands of the red tape that she'd applied earlier. Her muscles were sore, her vision still a bit blurred and her nose was throbbing (she suspected it might be broken), so she was having a harder time than she would have expected.

Then, he took her wrists in his hands, stopping her moments as he began to help her unwrap the red strip. She kept her eyes fixed on his moments, not daring to look up. They were mending bridges she'd blown sky high, and their return to each other was still tentative.

He'd finished unwrapping both hands by now, crouching down before her but not letting go of her wrists.

Ever so gently, he raised her hand to his lips, carefully kissing the red skin of her knuckles.

She finally looked up at his face, his blue eyes intense, a trickle of blood still falling down his eyebrow onto his cheek.

To hell with tentative, she thought as she leaned forward and fused her lips with his, tasting blood and sweat, the foundations of this new life.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

WOOHOO! I love Lee's tenderness and Kara's boldness. They're wonderfully contrasted here. Bravo.

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

This is just lovely. I can't figure out how to say more without sounding trite so I won't. :)

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

To hell with tentative...

Frak, yeah! Broken pilots mending bridges... Very nice!