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[mini-fics] Kisses [16--20 / 25]
5 Sentence Fics
[ Kisses - 01—05 | 06—10 | 11—15 | 16—20 | 21—25 ]

Characters: Miscellaneous
Rating: PG-13 // Probably R for 19.
Warnings: Kisses for the stoopidest of reasons.   19: male anatomy.
Notes: Written to LJ's 5sentence_fics' Table 3. Screw the rules; instead of a pairing I have chosen to write kisses.
While I'm perfectly aware the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, I still wrote fic 16 for cozzybob and fic 19 for ederyn. I'm funny like that.
Also: fic 18 has exactly five sentences.
Disclaimer: here.


   
16 Dumped– Duo, Hilde, Howard
    For cozzybob

"The woman traded me for two virile men half my age," Howard said, twiddling a photograph in his fingers.

Duo patted him on the shoulder as Hilde returned from the kitchen with three big mugs of cocoa and rum.

"Dirty old men like me need love you, you know," Howard continued his morose eulogy. "Just you wait, you'll see when you're both old… and dirty!"

Chuckling, Duo and Hilde kissed him each on one cheek and raised their mugs in toasting to Dirty Old Love.


   
17 Black Roses – Lady Une, Treize

She had hesitated to buy the bouquet, but the market florist had persuaded her with blatant flattery. As Lady Une now stood in the kitchen, cutting the stems of the black roses, she chided herself for her moment of weakness.

It had been some time since she had last smelled roses this fragrant; it seemed to her more than mere reminiscence when Treize's handsome face appeared before her mind's eye; a slight quirk of his lips, the warm murmur of his voice calling her Lady, his eyes sabotaging her knees just by looking straight into hers—

Lady Une put down the potato knife and raised the cut rose, inhaling its sweet scent with her eyes closed.

"Is it me who cannot let go, or is it you," she whispered and brushed her lips over a rose petal; it may just have been the intoxicating effect of the flower's scent, but for a moment she truly believed it the sensation of her lips against Treize's groomed skin.


   
18 Fireworks – Wu Fei, Sally

When Sally's hand searched to hold his, as they stood on his balcony watching the New Year's fireworks, Wu Fei's heart jumped.


In an instant, memories of them together over the past year flashed before his eyes — that time they had stood waiting for Barton to pick them up, as the rain poured down relentlessly, no shelter in sight, and how gracefully Sal had taken it —and gods, she was gorgeous— and afterwards, at his house, when she sat dripping on his couch, wearing his most over-sized shirt and two fat Siamese cats draped across her lap, obviously as crazy about his cats as he was about her; he had lost his nerve in the basket with their drenched clothes and locked himself in the bathroom, counting grains of laundry detergent to bore his heart back into a slow beat.

He had wanted to kiss Sally under the mistletoe last Christmas too, but there were too many Maxwells in the world who would have surely made a scene to embarrass them both, so he had made sure to keep away from the doorway.

And his last birthday, when she had dragged him to Chinatown to watch his favourite movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon – how choked up the end always made him feel, when the Zhang woman (no relation) flung herself off the bridge, putting the quill that wrote their destinies faithfully into the hands of the gods; he had wanted to kiss Sally then, kiss her on her tightly pressed together lips, affected as much by the sentiment in her glazed-over eyes as by the stubborn Zhang woman's literal leap of faith — but he hadn't.


He closed his hand around hers and looked at her – the fireworks in the sky weak tributes to the spark between his glance and Sally's; Wu Fei knew she knew he had run out of reasons to not follow his heart and offer it to her, and he smiled with his entire being when she let him make up for all his moments of hesitation and reason and restraint.


   
19 Jazz – Zechs, Dorothy, Treize
    For ederyn

"Jazz," Milliardo said, nodding in the direction of the radio, "always reminds me of Treize. We were listening to some antique Jazz records when he gave me my very first kiss."

"Milliard," Dorothy said, tightening her grip on a delicate part of his anatomy, "since you did not choose me for my subtlety, I think you can appreciate my reply to your nostalgic sentiment: I spent the afternoon getting a manicure."

Feeling her nails pressing into the soft flesh of his balls, Milliard winced and apologised profusely, promising to never speak of Treize again at 'inopportune moments', such as this half-naked making-out session.

When Dorothy's stern look did not melt, he drew her closer and began an offensive of kisses –on her cheek, her lips, and via her other cheek to her neck– until she finally caved and released her hold.


   
20 Hey Stoopid – Duo, Hilde

"Listen, guys playing to win never play fair," Duo said, "but to say I'm cheating on you—"

Hilde shut him up by putting her lips forcefully to his, in a kiss full of rage; she needed time to think before saying any more, or hearing Maxwell dance around the issue with his smooth words. While his ideas of what 'being together' had never been unspoken, she had made it clear to him she would never settle for less than exclusivity.

This afternoon she had been witness to Duo's way of sharing his chewing gum, with none other than that blonde demi-god Zechs.

"For a guy playing to win you're stupidly reckless," Hilde said when she broke the kiss, having made up her mind, "but then again, I guess you win some – you lose some, and it's all in the game."