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WIP Wednesday; I should be working on Sitina's final few chapters but here is a scene that popped into my head after the kiss prompts. It's from my Next Thing (which really needs a name)... Anyway, here's Lou and Kate again.
Mattias kissed her, pushing her back against the brickwork. She could feel the summer rain seep through her clothing, a torrent gushing over her sun-drenched skin from the split gutters above.
Lou leaned her body into his, relief at not being in charge for a few blessed moments as heady as the kiss itself. She sucked at his tongue, nipped at his lips, and dug her nails into his shoulders.
Unbidden, her senses morphed his scapula to plate and Lou let out a moan.
Mattias stopped what he was doing.
"You called me Kate," he said, his intense, blue eyes meeting hers.
Oh. That was bad.
"I didn't mean him. I was thinking about… Catherine."
Mattias raised a sceptical eyebrow, "Catherine who?"
"Catherine Howard?"
"Who's Catherine Howard?"
Lou sighed, "One of Henry VIII's wives?"
Mattias scoffed, "You were thinking about a woman from the 1500s while kissing me, and not the man with the same name that you spend every waking moment with?"
"I'm so sorry," Lou pushed herself from the wall and out of his embrace, "I should have been honest. I like you. A lot. And I thought that if we fucked I might feel more but…"
"But you don't?"
"I don't know - we haven't fucked yet," she offered him a wry smile, "I love Kate, but he's already said that he can't be with me in any physical capacity and I-"
"You're human," Mattias finished for her, "It's ok. Just… be honest with me, next time."
"Next time? That sounds promising."
"Yeah, I'm very done for now," he said with a slightly apologetic look, "I thought this was going to be something more… grounded in feeling than you did, apparently. But I like you too, and I'm looking forward to getting to know however much of yourself you want to share with me. Just… I need some time to readjust from potential life partner to fuck buddy."
That stung, because some part of her knew it was true - Mattias was crazy about her, and she was using him.
5 for the kiss prompts please - dealer's choice of characters - but only if you want to and absolutely in your own time!
I had too o7 Featuring Soup’s disaster golden retriever Caesus
5 - hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
I’m going to get fucking fired. It was not a thought he had had before. Varian Azer was many things, but a piss poor detective had never been one of them. Surly, sure. Mouthy, without a doubt. Overconfident, he’d earned it. Bad at his fucking job? Never.
And yet he stalked away from a meeting with his boss with a stack of reprimands and the Citadel’s shittiest PIP in existence. His parting gift had been eyes that nearly looked sympathetic and a “whatever has gotten into you, Azer, figure it out.”
Talons closed around his wrist and yanked him sideways through a door he had never noticed before. He barely had time to register the sudden darkness or the sharp banging of his fringe against steel shelves before a tongue was halfway down his throat. The talons moved from his wrist to his waist and clung to him in a way that was going to leave permanent pinpricks in his otherwise pristine dress uniform. Spirits there was something intoxicating about being wanted.
It was a simple move, hook ankle just below spur, press (not so gently) into opposite shoulder, pivot on planted foot, slam would-be-assailant into the same shelves he had just banged his fringe on. For a little extra flair, he snatched the assaulting talons that had grabbed his wrist and pinned them over their heads. The free talons continued to shove at his shirt and it was only when they finally pushed desperately, gently, too fucking gently, against the exposed small of his back did he break the kiss.
There was an intimacy he played as dominance in the way he pressed his crest to the unfortunately handsome other man’s forehead, “Needy this afternoon are we, Caes?”
Some logical, un-sad part of his brain knew that fucking his workplace situationship in a broom closet of C-Sec headquarters was a bad idea. But then again, what was his life if not a series of increasingly bad ideas?
Given that it's Pride month, and that I like old stuff, I would like to draw everyone's attention to a literal actual Roman camp called Battledykes.
In this region of Scotland, 'dyke' is just an everyday word for a wall, so the place name makes a lot of sense - it's just talking about fortifications.
Personally though, I like to imagine that the place was actually (wo)manned by a host of queer warrior women.
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Sitina is in all of his dreams. Even when they weren’t talking, some part of her was there every night – a flash of blue the exact colour of her eyes, the scent of woodsmoke and sap from the Ariona Aetriae bark, the soft kiss of an item of clothing shared. She is so much a part of him that her absence hurts more than…
…he can’t remember what hurt him so much to put him here. He remembers a loud noise, and falling, but his memories are thick and heady. He cannot make sense of them in any way that matters.
There are trees around him, and he is strangely conscious of their being able to see him. He waves an awkward ‘hello’, realising as he does so that these are valley trees; they will have been reduced to ash by reaper weaponry.
The trees seem to mock him for his thoughts – we, our mettle tempered by Trebia, will not be so easily cowed. In that moment, he realises that he’s talking to spirits.
And immediately after, realises that means he’s probably not dreaming; he’s probably dead.
Caesus is pissed off at that.
Routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing - You're getting Merry and Sius too, sorrynotsorry.
"Think about it," Sius says, pulling on a coat against the weather. Merry makes a noise that sounds like she's been listening, but really means she's engrossed in the picture she's sketching, "Ingrid and Nisha think you'd manage..."
He wonders briefly if the mention of the others will catch her attention, but when it doesn't he lets himself drop the subject.
A conversation for another time, then.
Part of him is annoyed that she's ignoring him - unconscious though it might be - but part of him loves seeing her like this. Merry is seldom focused, and he enjoys watching the way her face twitches slightly in concentration on the rare occasion she lets herself fall into a task with her whole heart - her mouth opening and closing as she mutters instructions to herself.
He settles into the fondness of familiarity, marveling briefly at the fact he gets to be with her at all. Then he kisses the top of her head softly and walks out into the rain.
when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead - A short introduction to Merry's sister, Louise Bell, and Kaeter Ruftus (aka. Lou and Kate)
Lou's face actually looked like it was melting. Fluid was streaming from both her eyes, and her nose, and from around the corners of her mouth.
"What's wrong with her?" Kate asked Mattias, unable to keep the worry from his voice.
"She's drunk-sad," Mattias replied, seemingly happy to hand her over. Kate was absolutely not happy to receive her.
"What do I do with her?"
"Whatever you want as long as you don't get ideas," Mattias replied, "As long as you do it away from everyone else it'll be fine. It just doesn't look great if our fearless leader is crying over fucking ladybugs."
"They're just so brave," Lou piped up, and Mattias shot Kate one final not-my-problem-now look, before slipping through the door.
Kate began by wiping Lou's face with his sleeve. He marveled a little at how each fluid seemed to be a different viscosity, despite all coming out of her face holes.
He was about to go and fetch some electrolytes for her when Lou snatched his hand and pulled it close to her.
"I wish you liked me," she said, eyes threatening to water again.
"I do like you," Kate replied, as sincerely as the whole ridiculous situation would allow.
"No, I mean like like me."
He sighed, reluctant to rehash the conversation again.
"I love you, Lou," he stated, almost surprised at how easily the words came, "But I just don't- It's not-"
"I know," she said, "But maybe if you kissed me."
He looked at her face, threatening to crumple in on itself again. A kiss wasn't going to hurt, was it? A little, platonic peck, like she did to him all the time. It broke his heart to see her hurting. He really did love her. It was just so fucking complicated.
"If I give you a kiss, do you promise to go to bed?"
She nodded, eagerly. Her face did still crumple, but in such a way as to suggest she was happy this time.
Taking a deep breath, Kate leaned forward and pressed his lipless mouth to her sopping wet, salty cheek.
As he expected, it did nothing for him, but she looked so happy in the aftermath that he wondered if he'd be willing to do it again.
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One of these already exists for Sius and Merry, but I'm happy to write another!
Kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing - Caesus and Sitina teenage flashback edition
Sitina is driving and Caesus is sat in the passenger seat, messing with the stereo*. He is quietly impressed at how little he seems to be distracting her, flicking through songs in an attempt to find something that fits his mood.
There are two problems here. Firstly, he doesn't really know what mood he's in, but secondly, it turns out he wasn't as quiet as he thought he was.
It turns out that what he actually said was, 'fuck, Sit, you're good at concentrating through noise'.
Sit scoffs at him, "Yeah - that comes from trying to do homework in a house full of 8000 siblings."
He takes this as a challenge, poking a single talon into her ear. Slowly. She affords him a menacing flick of her eyes in his direction, but keeps the car straight and her attention on the road ahead.
He feels emboldened, flicking her shoulder just out of time with the beat of the song he finally settled on. This time she raises a brow, but doesn't even look at him.
He decides to gamble. Caesus has kissed most of their friends by now - either through drunken experimentation or adolescent crushes which didn't pan out. He's never kissed Sitina though.
He shifts in the seat, unbuckling the seat belt** so that he can perch on his knees. Holding onto the back of Sitina's chair he moves himself towards her, pressing his forehead clumsily into the side of her face.
She screeches in shock, the car spinning as she briefly loses control.
Caesus cackles, until she pulls over and punches him - hard - on the shoulder.
"You kiss me again, Albinian, and I will end you."
"Worth it!" He cackled, rubbing his arm, "Totally worth it."
* [AN: I refuse to concede that Turian cars don't have radios - in fact, I insist that the invented the car to house the radio and not the other way around].
** [AN: Safety first, guys! These dudes definitely have seat belts too!]
Are you taking the kiss prompt list as actual writing prompts because 19 pwease but you can choose the couple 👀👀👀
I AM taking them as prompts because writing kisses makes me happy! :D
Kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing - this has to be Merry and Sius. I don't make the rules.
Also, they're on a ferry, traveling somewhere with just the two of them. Again, I don't make the rules.
Merry threw herself onto one of the cabin bunks and then the other, sighing theatrically each time.
Sius smiled to himself from the room's small desk. He made a point of not looking at her as she swung her legs up the wall, and let her head flop down over the side of the bed.
Another sigh.
And from the corner of his eye, he saw her stick out her bottom lip, flicking it with an extended index finger so that it made a rather irritating 'plip' noise.
Pointedly, Sius turned the page on his contract, a growing smirk creeping across his face. He had known she'd get bored. No matter how many times she had professed that she would 'just watch the ocean the whole time' he had known that wouldn't happen.
Yet another sigh and Merry swapped beds again.
"Sius..." she wheedled, "Let's go out."
"I need to finish this," he replied, tone carefully level, "That was the deal."
"Yeah, but I'm bored."
She got up and crossed the floor to him, draping her slight frame around the back of his shoulders as she stroked a finger along the soft skin where his skull met his neck. He allowed himself a purr, before pointedly looking back at his work.
He knew already that he was going to let her distract him, but he was also going to make her work for it.
"Merry..." he tried to put the sound of a warning in his voice, and - as he hoped - she took it as a personal challenge.
She stopped stroking his neck with her fingers then and bent lower to let her lips brush the same flesh, primed now for touch. He felt his nerves sing for her as the warmth of her breath prickled against his skin.
Slowly - so achingly slowly that he stopped breathing - she pressed her lips against him, and let the sound of her soft moan reverberate though his neck. He felt her lips part, and the hard surface of her teeth brush against him. She wasn't biting - not yet - but the promise intrigued him. Everything about Merry was so very soft and this juxtaposition, this delicious contradiction, excited him.
Despite himself, he answered her moan with one of his own.
He felt more than heard the low, victorious chuckle in her throat.
"Oh, sweet Sius," she purred, moving her mouth to his ear so that those prefect, sweet lips brushed against him again, "You are so very easy."
A gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss.
Sitina laughed, the derision in her voice carrying across the corridor. He couldn't see her, but Caesus could picture the expression on her face as if he was there beside her - those sharp, blue eyes boring damnation into whoever she was talking to.
He found that his feet were unsteady as he crossed to the door - his nervousness building and threatening to choke him.
He knocked anyway. Not because he was ready, but because if he didn't see her soon, his heart might break under the weight of how much he missed her.
The guard let him in, opening the first of the two doors enough to let Caesus in, then opening the next in a much less officious way.
Sitina was sat at a table, going through the sort of paperwork that in a previous life, she would have screamed about. He could tell that she was swallowing down her frustrations, but he suspected that to the woman at her side, she simply looked as though she was concentrating.
He drank in the scene for a moment: Cordia in a self-made nest in the corner, stabbing at an embroidery hoop in a chaotic, arachnid mess of coloured thread; Baby, large enough to be visible from in Sitina's cowl now; and Cyrus, carefully packing a repacking a little case. Fleetingly, Caesus wished his dad was there, so that everyone he loved was in the same room at the same time.
Cyrus spotted him first, hurling his short frame around Caes's legs, then Baby's keening began. Cordia got up and came closer, standing near him, her sharp eyes scanning his neck for scars.
He was dully aware of a chair clattering. Of a strangled cry. And then Sit's hands had found him, grasping at his face, her voice barely audible through her emotion. When he managed to finally pick up on what she was saying through the commotion, he heard the softest 'I fucking love you, you idiot,' as tenderly, she lay her head against his.
It was like mercury - the slightest touch between them drew them together. He kissed her like she was consuming him, like he was consuming her; like there was no space between them.
"Gross." Cyrus said, and went back to his case.
Caesus pulled Sitina's hands to his chest and held them there, nodding as her eyes promised him 'later'.
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We often get a late snow in April - it's my favourite because I get to have the fire lit, and stay home, but the days are also slightly longer. It feels... wistful.
in what year did you publish your first fic?
*Mumbles in ancient millennial, covering face* 2001.... I was 16 and it was on ff.net. It was an Animorphs thing.
More recently, 2021. There was a big gap from about 2007.
how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?
Copied from another answer: [whispers] I watch tarot readings on YouTube. I'm not a spiritual/mystical person, but some part of my brain treats it like a language I'm learning and I find that soothing - I watch and over time pick up that X card means this and Y card means that, and the readers that I watch have lovely voices and sometimes I doze off to sleep, and the art on the different decks is scrummy! Or I go for a bike ride if the weather cooperates (it's Scotland - it seldom cooperates!)
So I borrowed a bunch of these fictional kisses from this post and made it up into a prompt list. Feel free to reblog of course!
breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths
moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed
kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s
throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss
hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up
routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing
being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward
one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other
staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in
when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more
a hoarse whisper “kiss me”
following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion
a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss
when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead
height difference kisses where one person has to bend do wn and the other is on their tippy toes
kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
top of head kisses
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