DPP: It's in His (or Her!) Kiss

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Happy Friday, Everyone! Yesterday, we had a great discussion post that started with why K/L aren't usually seen as secondary ships in other fics and branched into many different directions. Definitely check it out if you missed it.

Today, we're going to play a little kissyface!




Pick your favorite kind of kiss (or make up your own) and let our pilots go at it!

Definitions stolen once more from memebells:

1. French Kiss
Probably the most famous kiss there is, the French kiss is an open-mouthed kiss where one person’s tongue touches the other person’s tongue. Also called a “tongue kiss,” the French kiss easy enough to execute, but it can take years to master.

2. Butterfly Kiss
To give someone a butterfly kiss, get close to them so the tips of your eyelashes are touching theirs. Then blink very fast so your eyelashes flutter together like butterfly wings. It’s a fun, cute thing to do while you’re catching your breath from more traditional kisses. You can also give someone a solo butterfly kiss by fluttering your eyelids against their cheek.

3. Single-Lip Kiss
To give someone a single-lip kiss, take one of their lips between yours and gently suck or tug on it. It’s an awfully romantic kiss, and if you do it right, you’ll send tingles up and down your sweetie’s spine.

4. Spiderman Kiss
Based on the kiss in the 2002 movie Spider-Man, the Spiderman kiss involves kissing someone whose face is upside-down from yours, so your top lip kisses their bottom lip and vice versa.

5. Earlobe Kiss
A great kiss to to perform while you’re taking a break from lip kisses, the earlobe kiss involves taking someone’s earlobe lightly between your lips and tugging gently downward. For a more intense earlobe kiss, add a little bit of tongue, or use a gentle sucking motion on their earlobe.

6. Lip Gloss Kiss
This is a fun, flirty kiss for girlfriends to give their boyfriends. Put on a healthy amount of lip gloss or ChapStick, then rub your lips on your partners’ lips until theirs are coated, too. For extra fun, surprise your partner with a sweet, fruity lip gloss flavor.

7. Eskimo Kiss
In an Eskimo kiss, two people rub their noses back and forth against each other. It’s based on real kisses that people in Eskimo cultures give their friends. Just like with lip kisses, Eskimo kisses are best executed with your eyes closed.

8. Cheek Kiss
The cheek kiss is exactly what it sounds like - a closed-mouth kiss against someone’s cheek. Cheek kisses can be used as friendly greetings, flirty thank-you’s or cute, unexpected ways to say good-bye to your boyfriend or girlfriend.

9. Hickey
A hickey technically isn’t a kiss; it’s a red mark (a bruise, really) left on the skin after someone sucks hard enough on it. Hickeys hurt a little to get, but some people think the sucking feels good, especially on the side of the neck. It can be embarrassing to walk around with a hickey, so before you start sucking, get permission first.

10. Secret Message Kiss
In the middle of a French kiss, spell out a secret message with the tip of your tongue against their tongue. It might feel a little funny to the other person, but at least you’ll be getting your message across.

11. Vampire Kiss
The vampire kiss is a deep kiss on someone’s neck that can involve sucking or light biting on the skin. Since some people find it painful rather than sexy, and since the sucking might leave a hickey, always ask permission before you give someone a vampire kiss.

12. Wet Kiss
Wet kisses are any open-mouthed kisses, with or without tongue. A little bit of wetness during a kiss can be sexy, but try not to overdo it: too much saliva is sloppy. Alternate between wet kisses and closed-mouth kisses and single-lip kisses, and be sure to swallow occasionally so you don’t accidentally drool all over your partner.

13. Lizard Kiss
The lizard kiss involves flicking your tongue in and out of your partner’s mouth in tight, quick strokes (picture the way a lizard moves its tongue). This is a silly kiss you can try just for fun, but it generally should be avoided because it feels kind of creepy to get.

14. Air Kiss
The air kiss is a sophisticated gesture you can use as a greeting to your friends and relatives. To give one, rest your cheek against their cheek and make a kissing sound with your lips.

15. The Biting Kiss
The biting kiss is a more aggressive form of the French kiss. Like the French kiss, it’s open-mouthed and incorporates tongue, but as you pull back, your teeth lightly grab onto your sweetie’s tongue for just a second. Try it once and see how your partner responds. Some people love it, but others think it’s painful or weird.

16. Angel Kiss
To give someone an angel kiss, kiss them very gently on their eyelids or on the spot right next to their eye, using just your lips. It’s a very romantic way to wake someone up or say goodbye.

17. Neck Kiss
After French kissing for a while, some people mix it up by trailing their mouth down and “Frenching” the other person’s neck. To execute a neck kiss perfectly, go light on the saliva, focus on the motion of your lips, never stay in once place for very long and never suck hard enough to leave a hickey.

18. Jawline Kiss
To plant a jawline kiss on someone, give them a firm kiss on the bottom of their jaw, right where their face meets their neck. If they respond well to it, make a path of jawline kisses up to their ear and give them an earlobe kiss.

19. Breath Kiss
The breath kiss is a fun, silly kiss that’s almost more of a game than a kiss. To do it, open your mouth, inhale deeply and lock lips with your sweetie (like you’re performing CPR). Slowly exhale into their mouth while they’re inhaling, “passing” the breath to them. Without moving, slowly inhale while your partner exhales. Keep passing the breath back and forth until one of you runs out of breath or you both erupt in giggles.

20. The Love Kiss
Finally, the love kiss is any kiss that you give while thinking tender, loving thoughts about your partner. You might not realize it, but your kissing style can be influenced by whatever’s on your mind. Smooching with love on your mind will make your kisses extra soft and sweet. Whether it’s on your partner’s mouth, neck, ear or forehead, the love kiss is the most romantic kiss you can give.

For you non writers (and yes, I know you're out there!), post about your favorite canon kisses, kiss gifs and pics, or suggestions for other kinds of kisses!

Comments

[koolaidmom11.livejournal.com]

Wow...that was an extensive list of kisses. I give my family "little kisses" which are fast kisses on their face that tickle. They ALL hate them but secretly I know they love them. I still kiss my babies and they're 22, 20 and 18. Daniel just kissed me goodbye before going to school as a matter of fact.

This has nothing to do with your post BTW...just saying...

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Aw, that's really sweet!

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

They ALL hate them but secretly I know they love them

I am certain this is true! Cuteness!

[selene23.livejournal.com]

My favorite kiss is the kiss in the brig because it contains different emotions : desperation, passion, tenderness and support which was absent from their previous kisses and gave me hope (*sigh*) for a future and more 'adult' relationship.

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

Word to all of this. My favorite pilot!kiss ever.

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Yup, that's my favorite too. I just melt when he kisses all over her face. And then smoothes her hair back. sigh

[winegums.livejournal.com]

*melts into a puddle of goo*

21. The I've Got To Have You Kiss

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/BSG%20GIFS/?action=view&current=karaleemutinykiss.gif)

Re: 21. The I've Got To Have You Kiss

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

This is also another excellent one.... :D

French Kiss

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

(Um, it's possible I was bored at work yesterday and wrote this in advance! :)

Ever since New Caprica, they’ve done the monthly reports together in frozen silence, but in the last few weeks everything has changed. Lee can hardly read a sentence without darting a look at Kara, making sure she’s still sitting beside him.

Her cheek and nose bear lingering traces of bruising from his gloves, and Lee feels a stab of satisfaction at the memory--not that he hurt her but that he marked her, touched her, held her in his arms. Kara absently licks her lips as she turns a page and heat churns through him. Since the dance he’s lived every moment with the knowledge that if he kissed her, she’d kiss him back. He watches her from across the mess hall or the ready room, knowing there’s no doubt that she’s his for the taking. Lee’s spent his days wracked with guilt and his nights lying awake, remembering the heat of her body that night on New Caprica, the abandon with which she gave herself to him. Knowing they could have that again is more potent than any remembered pain.

Lee swallows hard, unable to stop himself from reacting to the memory.

Kara looks over, her eyes meeting his. He’s not sure what she reads there but her own eyes darken, her mouth falls open, and he’s waited far too long to wait anymore: he reaches out and pulls her against him, kisses her fiercely.
The only thought Lee can hold onto is that he never should have waited, that just the raw sensation of Kara pressing herself into his arms, kissing him urgently, hungrily, is worth anything he could sacrifice for it. She surges toward him and suddenly she’s in his lap and he’s burning up, bucking against her. Kara whimpers his name against his lips--Lee--and it’s the most erotic sound he’s ever heard. His fingers slide up the back of her tanks and Kara arches against him, kisses him deeper, her hands clutching at his biceps as she grinds against him.

A klaxon sounds, calling them to battle, and they pull apart automatically. For a split second they stare at each other, panting, almost ready to forgo the survival of their race for a few more moments together. The Kara leaps up.

As they reach the door, Lee grabs her arm, spinning Kara so her back is against the wall. He kisses her hard one last time, then steps away. Kara is flushed, her lips red and swollen and smiling. She gasps for breath and nods in silent agreement: this isn’t over.

Re: French Kiss

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

HELL NO! This is not over. *fans* That was delicious and hot hot hot! Guh!

Neck Kiss

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/BSG%20GIFS/?action=view&current=Leegasm.gif)

Re: Neck Kiss

[winegums.livejournal.com]

*is mesmerised*

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

What about the Almost Kiss and the Reunion Kiss? : D

I've got contributions for both of these categories....

**toddles off**

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

I think Kara/Lee have their own special list of kisses, right? The Mutiny Kiss, the Home Kiss, the Oh Lee Kiss(es), The Brig Kiss, each with their own special technique and meaning. Mmmmmm. *dreams of pilot kisses*

Reunion Kiss -- Wildly AU offering #1

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

This is an oldie but a I canont resist (I've got new stuff coming in the next installment). Favorite kiss I've ever written ever. For those of you not familiar with the Cavepilots premise, let me see if I can break it down--- BSG Finale. Fleet finds earth, Kara goes poof. Really pissed off Lee wanders around like a crazy warrior hermit all pissed off, gets attacked by a lion trying to save a little girl and wakes up to a living, breathing Kara Thrace standing over him... with no memory of who she is.

Got it? So here's the reunion scene.

**************

Lee watched as her eyes tracked his body, taking special care to examine the wound along his rib cage. She leaned in close and carefully changed the dressing. Lee was frozen, completely transfixed as he watched her press a new bandage against his side. If there was any pain, it didn’t register—-he was too overwhelmed by being near her after all this time. It was all he could do to remember to breathe.

She must have felt uncomfortable at his perusal because a very uncharacteristic blush crept up to her cheeks, giving her a slightly embarrassed look, and her hands were tentative. All the while she spoke quietly to the little girl in that damnable foreign language. Finishing her task, she leaned over his face and spoke to him, asking him some sort of question. Her raised eyebrows and tilt of her head indicated that she expected an answer, even though he didn’t understand the words. She leaned in close and repeated it, her face hovering above his.

In that moment Lee made a decision. Afterlife, reality, dream—-whatever this was, he had to know, had to make sure that this wasn’t some kind of godsdamned hallucination, that this wasn’t the last bit of sanity his mind had chosen to cling to. He had to know that she was real. So he did the only thing he could think of—-the only thing he had thought of for eight months straight. Taking a deep breath, he used every last bit of strength, ignoring pain and fatigue and everything else—-and reached up and kissed her.

Thoroughly. As if his life depended on it.

Using his one good arm, he threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her lips down to his, sealing them together with a strength he didn’t know he possessed. Their lips crashed against each other. It wasn't perfect; hell, his aim wasn't even that great, but all it took was a slight tilt of his head and the lifting of her chin and—-there it was. Their mouths fused and held; sheer force of will overpowering any signal his brain might be sending him about pain or exhaustion. Screw thought. He did not care one frakking bit so long as he could stay like this.

She gasped against him in surprise, a sharp intake of breath as she moved to pull away, but Lee held fast, leaning forward just enough so he could slip his tongue between her lips and run it across the edge of her own. Gods. He nearly groaned out loud at the way she tasted, his effort to suppress the reaction sending a full body shiver down his spine. She tasted even better than he remembered—-like life itself. For a moment, one eternal agonizing moment, she went perfectly still against him, frozen in place.

Please, he prayed to unseen, unacknowledged gods. Please, please don't run. Just this once.

And as if those imaginary deities heard his plea, he felt her tongue timidly slide across his. He would have cried out with joy had his mouth not been otherwise occupied. Instead, he responded in kind until she sighed and leaned forward, matching him movement for movement. It was only when his hand strayed lower, down the smooth column of her throat, and lower still, across a bare shoulder, that he heard another gasp—-this time an alarmed intake of breath—-and she pulled away panting, a hand raised to her lips.

“Kara...” he breathed again as the last of his strength promptly left him, forcing him to sink down against the rough bedding, but this time with a stupid grin plastered across his face. He could resign himself to blackness for the moment, because this was no dream.

She was real.

Lee silently thanked whatever higher power seemed to be watching out for him before blissfully passing out.

Re: Reunion Kiss -- Wildly AU offering #1

[winegums.livejournal.com]

*cries tears of joy* SHE CAME BACK TO HIM? AND THERE IS KISSING? I WANT MOAR!!!!!!!! (and I will say so in caveman/woman gobbledygook if I have to)

Objects In Space, pt1

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Ok, it's not a super kissy fic and idk which category it falls into, but he does kiss her so get off my back about it OK!? :P

It's just another night. If it is night. Who can tell? It's always night here. He's strolling Galactica's halls. Aimless. Directionless. Movement for movement's sake. His body is restless for space, more space to exist in. More room to expand. He's strangled here, a weed in a crack of concrete.

So he's both surprised and annoyed to eventually realize that his feet have taken him to the observation deck. There's always people here; looking out, hoping, praying, making out like children behind the school. Everyone loved and hated the view. Space. Space to breathe. Space to die. But he didn't want the company of other choked weeds tonight. He wanted to lose his surroundings within the oblivion of his own mind. For a little while.

He's relieved to note that the area is unusually empty and enters, glad for the solitude as well as the view. The space-scape is visible proof that the universe consists of more than the metal of this ship. He supposes that he needs that reminder tonight. It's then that he sees her. Kara. His sad Kara. He hasn't seen her since Baltar's big reveal, since the memorial hallway. She'd seemed so small then. And now she's here, taking up all the space in the room again. He wonders absently, how it is that he always finds her even when he isn't looking.

She's standing against the glass, her fingertips stroking gently along the pane, her forehead resting against it's smooth surface. He thinks back to a time as a child, when a tiny sparrow had gotten trapped in their house. He'd set it free while Zak chased after it, an eager toddler desperate to grab onto it's wildness. To hold it in his hand. Lee wanted to set Kara free now like he'd done for the cornered creature then. He wanted to go and open that window for her. He wanted to go with her once he did. But there was no place to go. A whole universe worth of room and they couldn’t find a single solitary spot to call home.

He's glad to see her. Doesn't mind her presence. He figures that they can be alone together. So he approaches with enough noise to alert her, but not to startle.

She turns lazily, catches sight of him.

"Hey." She offers softly.

Objects In Space, pt2

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

He smiles back. Notes the bottle by her feet. Doesn't comment. With edges as razor sharp as her were known to be, he knows the sometimes she needs a way to dull them to survive.

He steps onto the platform beside her, he mirrors her stance against the glass. The cool touch of it against his face feels nice. Refreshing. Different. He looks out at the blackness. So much empty room. He remembers when opening your front door and stepping into sunlight was the easiest thing in the worlds. How little he'd appreciated the splendor of space and sun then. How he ached now for a place without ceilings and walls.

"How'd you rate a private viewing?"

"Didn't you hear? I'm scary and unpredictable." She shrugs. "Where I go, the ants scatter."

"Right." He nods. "You mind if I stay?"

"Like you'd listen if I said no."

He feels the corner of his mouth tug into the slightest grin. It feels nice too.

For a few minutes, they just stand, shoulder to shoulder, looking out. After so much, just to be close to her, even if it's only ever this, he was thankful.

"What are we now, Lee?" She asks finally breaking the silence. "New Caprica was a pipe dream that turned into a nightmare. Earth was all we had left and now that's gone too. And now we're what? Just waiting to die out here?"

"No, Kara." He sighs, turning to pull her hand from the window before tugging her listless body between himself and the glass. Holding onto both her hands, he arranges them back as she'd been when he entered. Their hands together, his head besides hers and they looked at the endless darkness in front of them together.

He'd been unsure tonight, about the future as his race. About his own thoughts, since the calamity of Earth and then Dee. He too had been lingering near despair, but her doubts had snapped him back. He could feel the stubborn resolve tightening in his gut. Not now, he promises himself, not after everything. This couldn't be how they all faded away.

"I know it looks like just black forever out there and we can't see it, but I believe that out there somewhere is a world just waiting for us." He promises softly into her ear. "We'll find it, Kara. We'll figure this out. I've seen what happens when you lose all hope and neither one of us is going out that way. You're Kara Frakking Thrace and you came back from the Godsdamned dead for this, so don't you dare quit on me now. We'll find a way. I believe in that."

She leaned back into his chest. For support or in agreement, he wasn't sure, but taking the gesture as the closest thing he's likely to get in invitation, he pulls their hands from the glass and wraps them around her waist.

"I thought you didn't believe in anything, Lee." She exhales, her breath fogging the glass.

"I didn't." He agrees, turning his head to find the warmth of her jaw. Softly he places a row of thankful kisses along its ridge, feels her nuzzle into the contact. His heart expands and he's surprised to find that he truly believes his words. Feels the blossoming hope push back the constricting blackness creating a little more space to breathe. He pulls her tighter to him. "But you taught me how."

22. Open-mouthed Kiss with Ass Grab

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

*nods* Should definitely be on the list. :P

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/BSG%20GIFS/?action=view&current=scarass.gif)

Re: 22. Open-mouthed Kiss with Ass Grab

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

OMG I CAN'T STOP WATCHING THIS. *gulps*

Almost-Kiss + Bonus Touching!!! -- Wildly AU Offering #2

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

I got so inspired from my little sinister/violent hug at the hug meme that I wrote MOAR SUSPENSE!FIC PILOTS!!!

Here's a taste:

Kara had never failed to complete a mission, but she was about to throw in the towel. She’d taken out drug cartels, infiltrated spy networks, and managed to pull off big damn hero stuff on just about every continent. So you’d think seducing the son and heir of the notorious Adama family would be a walk in the park.

It wasn’t.


A little too long to post here, so here's a link (complete with Monday's "hug" prologue):
http://workerbee73.livejournal.com/111947.html

An uber quick kiss

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

It starts off as just looking. The narrowing of the eye. A flex of the jaw. A fingertip brought up to the lip to rest there for that fraction of a second too long. It's all it takes. All it takes for the connection to sizzle and for them to go from smiling like friends to wanting to explore the most basic and most mindless of pleasurable urges. From sensible adults, or in Kara's case... well, 'Kara', to fighting against the throb in their mouths, stomachs and lower. To where the dampness spreads in response to the tingle.

Flat on her back, with his mouth working from the flat plain of her belly, over each indentation of her ribs while she gasps, arches and writhes, he moves up to being positioned over her and then lowering his mouth by degrees; his breath first, then the feeling of heat from his face, to the softness of his lips and the stimulating roughness of his stubble.

They touch, then press and then ravage.

Mouth open and tongue exploring, they ease together.

From looking to kissing in seconds.

[If I get time, and if no one objects... I may make this longer later]

Re: An uber quick kiss

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

I object! Haha.

Not really, I object to you NOT making it longer actually. HAWT! :P

A Moment on the Lips (#6 Lip Gloss Kiss)

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Zak is on the phone when Lee finally gets there, Caprica rush hour traffic having been particularly bad today. He's calming their mother with silver-tongued assurances that they're already on their way and rolls his eyes at Lee, whispering "Would you go grab Kara? She's still getting ready."

He swallows and turns down the hall. The door's ajar, but Lee still hesitates for a second before knocking lightly then pushing the door open.

"Hey Kara, you almost ready to go?"

She's frowning into the mirror over the dresser, her hand raised to her lips as she slicks on gloss from a tube. Lee's eyes widen.

"Wait, are you... wearing makeup? Did they pass a law or something I don't know about?"

Kara shoots him a dirty look, chucking the finger at him for good measure. "Shut the frak up," she grouses lightly, then grimaces at her reflection again and applies more gloss to her puckered lips. "Just figured I should try and look presentable for the big introduction."

Sarcasm drips form her words, but Lee doesn't miss the way her hand shakes a bit as she drops the tube back on the counter.

He tries a joke. "Starbuck, destroyer of the skies, is freaked out about meeting the parents? Actually, you know, dad's not even gonna be there, it's just mom."

"Yeah, well, moms aren't usually too fond of me." Her face darkens slightly and she adds, half under her breath, "Just ask mine."

Lee blinks, but quickly tries to hide his surprise. In six months, never once has Kara mentioned her parents. The very topic has acquired an air of mystery because of her total radio silence, but it's clearly a sore spot, and she's already upset.

"Gods, it's too much! I look like a frakking circus clown!" Kara groans, swipes her fingers against very glossy lips, then rakes a hand through her hair. She's wearing it loose for once, straight and shining as it tumbles onto her shoulders, and his eyes follow down, then over the deep green sweater and pressed black pants she's wearing.

He steps closer, lays a hand on her arm. "Kara, relax, okay? You look great," he squeezes gently till she lifts her eyes to him. She looks so worried. Lee smiles and the last part tumbles before he can think. "Mom's gonna love you just like we do."

Kara's eyes widen slightly and Lee knows she didn't miss that he stupidly said "we" when he should have said "Zak". But the tension on her face eases finally, and she smiles at him, full and soft, and he doesn't really regret it. "That'd be nice," Kara's face changes again, taking on an open, almost hopeful cast he's never seen her wear before. "I figured I should make a good impression," she pauses slightly, "because her sons are pretty important to me."

Sons. Plural.

Lee couldn't stop the wide smile that curves his mouth even if he'd wanted to. They stand there, staring, charged air between them, and his hand still on her arm, until Zak's voice booms out, startling them. "Guys, I'm going to pull the car around, Ok? Meet me outside!"

Lee drops his hand away like it's on fire, and clears his throat. Kara twists back to face the mirror, and he sees her chest rise on a huge inhale, like she'd forgotten to breathe. She reaches for a tissue box, only to find it empty, as Lee keeps watching, dazed.

The apartment door slams. Lee shakes his head, tells himself to snap out of it. "You ready?" He takes a step towards the door, but then it's Kara's hand falling on his arm.

"Wait!"

He stops, hesitates just a second before turning back to her, but he does turn. And then she's right there, leaning into him. Perfume and citrus shampoo fill his nose, but both are obliterated in a second by the overwhelming scent of cherries as her lips, slick and glossy and overly sweet, meet his.

It only lasts a second, the quick press of her kiss, her mouth both harder and softer than he'd imagined, but it's enough to make him shiver. And want.

Lee's hands start to lift to her waist, on instinct, but Kara pulls away, squints at her mouth in the glass. Apparently satisfied with what she sees finally, she grins at him. "OK, now I'm ready."

Dinner goes off without a hitch. Kara charms his mother, and Zak can't stop raving about the excellent food.

Lee has to take his word on it. For the rest of the night, all he can taste is cherries.

Re: A Moment on the Lips (#6 Lip Gloss Kiss)

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

And the judges say.....

PERFECT 10'S!!! ALL ACROSS THE BOARD!!! Even the tight-ass East German Judge is applauding!!!

\O/

Pitch-frakking-perfect. WOOT WOOT!

[ninety6tears.livejournal.com]

Eee, well-written kisses are one of my favoritest things, so I love love love this post. I may come back with a drabble later, but for now you guys might want to check out the kissing tropes (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KissingTropes) on TV Tropes if you need any further inspiration.



I still can't decide if I find this kiss hotter or more awkward than the one we got. Perhaps somehow both.

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Ohhh tough choice. I think I like the one we got more, but in this one we get to see her give in to the kiss a little bit more so that's nice too.

*dopey sigh*

One of my fave kissing gifs

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

THE LIFT KISS

Re: One of my fave kissing gifs

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Yes, a totally horny kiss this one as it's so smooth the way he picks her up.

Uber fast kiss pt 2 (Vampire/Neck kissing rated T+)

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

The moments after seem to shift even faster than the few from between when their eyes met to their bodies. Lips locked, Lee tastes warm and inviting whereas Kara of something altogether more intangible and addictive. They savour one another as their mouths meld then pull away to bite deeper. Their tongues entwining and almost drinking at one another as if they were each a mouthful of ambrosia. The best kind.

Their kisses move on again, sloping down over cheeks. Lee’s lips taking this passage first as he nibbles to almost bruise before salving the intimate wounds with his tongue. Down and down he goes as previously he worked his way up. He pays attention to every stretch of skin at her throat and chest. And when she shifts upwards, he oh so tauntingly works at the fragile and now burning skin just over the back of her neck, under where her hair falls over him – the tendrils stroking across him like hot whispers.

Kara groans at this, then decides to bite where she can reach. She uses her teeth to nuzzle at his neck until he gasps and starts using his hands elsewhere on her body as hard and as soft as his kisses.

They make love then and there and throughout the kisses never stop.

Seconds it took them to kiss in the first instance. Hours later and almost asleep, they’re still pressing their lips against each other’s flesh, only sated now and somnolent.

Re: Uber fast kiss pt 2 (Vampire/Neck kissing rated T+)

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Kisses with teeth. Kisses they can't stop. Mmm.

HOW IS THIS NOT HERE YET???!!!!!!

[winegums.livejournal.com]

Infideliciousness+Frenching (OMG THERE IS TONGUE, BLESS YOU LORDS OF KOBOL)=nuclear levels of hotness, no wonder that algae planet was in danger of getting burnt to a crisp.


(side note: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Pilots kissing=pure dreaminess *sigh*)

Re: HOW IS THIS NOT HERE YET???!!!!!!

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU FOR REMEDYING THIS UNFORGIVEABLE SIN.

**stares**

[ninety6tears.livejournal.com]

Oops...Was I not supposed to write actual sex? Hehh.


They play a game sometimes: anywhere but the mouth. Lee always loses.

It starts out soft and sporting, pecks on cheeks and temples, slow and simple, until the lips move for more purchase. Lee presses one wetly to the place on her shoulder with the smooth bump of bone, head bent down for it as if in prayer so that she crooks and wraps into him to kiss up his neck, clawing her hand through his hair. The shift and press is slow fire as he kisses her body and limbs out of their clothes and she coaxes him bare with a mouth teasing and urging at his jaw and up and at his ear, a kiss there where he can feel the lips curling into a triumphant grin.

She says his name, or kisses his name, after he kisses her knees apart and around him and mouths up her body and then, and then, this is when she always wins. Her head tipping back in a groan of relief, those parted lips pulling his attention to obsess and desire them with every pull of pleasure between their bodies. For a long, long dance of pulsing motion their mouths are breathing to each other, close enough to coax, two fists of lust in an arm wrestle. Just when he feels the breaks begin, breaths speeding and dropping into harsher gasps, he loses, a mouth wrapping in a moan over hers.

But there's always that brief second of thaw in her eyes, unveiling to beacon him in with naked wanting. She loves it, watching him lose; in that way, he always wins.

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Ummm...YES! Yes you are ALWAYS supposed to write the actual sex! Holy smokes! That was just ridiculous levels of hotness. Delayed gratification FTW! Nice work.

[wicked-sassy.livejournal.com]

Delurking--here are two that I love from the makeouts in Eye of Jupiter:

(http://www.frak-that.com/311/images/311_cap041.jpg)

(he's going to kiss her in 3... 2... 1)
and

(http://www.frak-that.com/311/images/311_cap090.jpg)

(is he kissing her cheek? biting her ear?)

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

Hi there, delurker!!! Welcome to the party that never ends. :D

LOVE those shots. The combo of giggly/tease-y Kara + a very focused and determined Lee hit all the right notes. Guh.

More French Kissing...pt1

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He's so sick of being the one called to clean her up when she's like this. First of all, he doesn't recall signing up for the job of her knight in shining armor and he's definitely not receiving any of the benefits. She's never grateful. All he gets for his trouble is her vitriol and spite.

Tonight's the same as a dozen others. Another call in the night. "Lee, she's out of control." or "Lee, can you come get her?" or "Lee, she won't stop crying." Helo, Hotdog, Sharon, hell, even his dad. Whoever. They always called him. He wondered why. They'd barely spoken since New Caprica and he had his own wife to deal with. Hell, he couldn't control Kara any better than anyone else could. He proven that. He'd just end up with another shiner in return for his good intentions. Or holding her hair back again while she purged whatever poison she couldn't keep down. And then they'd both spend the next day pretending nothing had happened. He wishes he hadn't come, that he knew how to tell them all to figure it out themselves. He knows he never will.

He finds her at the triad table. Impressively drunk and stupendously defiant to everyone around her as they vainly attempt to placate her rage. It's too predictable. He can't stand it. Without comment he strides into the room, hauls her over his shoulder and storms out. The other occupants barely have the chance to balk but he's had enough of this game. He'll come, he'll always come when they call, he doesn't know how not to, but he doesn't have to do it her way.

He somehow manages to get her to the head without loss of limb but just as soon realizes that his usual method of tossing her into an ice cold shower to sober her the frak up wasn't going to work with a now thoroughly unconscious Kara. He changes route, heads for her rack. He thinks that maybe he'll get away unscathed tonight. For once. But as he slips her onto her mattress and arranges her comfortably, she stirs.

Their eyes meet. His wary, hers blurry and unfocused.

"Uh oh." She laughs bitterly, striking out at the careful hands trying to remove her boots. "The CAG's putting my drunk ass to bed again. I must've been a bad girl huh, Apollo?"

"Shut up, Kara." He grits out through his teeth. "You wanna fight the world, do it at The Dance tomorrow. For tonight, just sleep it off."

Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she shakes her head. "Not sleepy yet."

"Too bad." He counters, pushing her back. "There's no one left to play with. They've all had enough of you for tonight."

"What about you?" She jokes sloppily, pulling at his collar. He hates it. Hates what she's doing to herself. "I remember a time you liked playing with me."

Re: More French Kissing...pt2

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"I don't feel much like playing tonight." He tells her, pushing her hands down and pulling the blanket over her.

"Can I at least get a kiss goodnight?" She murmurs, pursing her lips at him mockingly. Teasing him with the memory of their past misdeeds. Throwing it in his face to hurt him.

She's so lost, he thinks. So hurt. Without thought, he leans down to meet her. Wanting to offer anything he has within his grasp to make her better. Anything to heal her pain. Nothing else has ever worked, he thinks, but maybe this...

They meet sloppily, her lips still sticky with the taste of ambrosia. He delves into her mouth, his tongue reaching eagerly for hers. She reacts in kind, twisting and fighting for dominance. Their languid messy lips explore one another for mere moments, before he forces himself away. Her faint moan at the loss of contact almost brings him right back to her mouth, but he manages to restrain himself, only just. He can still taste her on his lips. It's maddening. She looks dazed, still clearly intoxicated. Her drowsy eyelids nod as she rolls towards him onto her side.

"Mmmm." She hums, reaching out to pull him back. "You taste yummy."

Evading her grip, he places her hands gently on the bed, patting them softly to keep them still, willing his heart to slow, trying to catch his ragged breath, reminding himself to feel guilty.

"You're gonna feel like shit tomorrow, you know that?" He chides, stroking her cheek before rising to depart.

He almost misses her whispered response as he turns away.

"Totally worth it."

For the first time in nearly a year, he has to remind himself to hate her. At the terrifying thought, he forces his feet to tear him away from the woman he knows his heart can't resist. She still lingers on his tongue and he fights not to lick his lips for more of her. Shaking his head in frustration, he sighs. This can't end well.

How about some metaphorical kissing?

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since they are pilots after all (and I mean this in both senses)



Flight of the Phoenix, you have my heart forever.

Re: How about some metaphorical kissing?

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite kisses. But alas no tongue. hee.