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So inspired partly by

comment_fic and partly by my amazing Twitter timeline, I'd like to open up the first ever Pearl String of Fics.

In the comments, please leave a short fic/drabble depicting a First Kiss in the Rain. Any pairing or fandom is welcome. There may be many Dean/Castiel fics, but we'll just consider them the white pearls, and the other pairings are the colored pearls that liven up the necklace, yes?

Each unique, all beautiful...

Enjoy :)

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In New York City the rain doesn't stop the cabs, but it does stop them from seeing the pedestrians trying to wave them down, especially when their suits are dark and so's the clutch of buildings from which they wave. After a good long time Mike lowers his hand and strolls back to the enclave where Harvey waits, nice and dry and warm, the bastard.

"You want a cab, you go hail one," he says. "I'm biking home."

"You're biking home and you're going to be sneezing tomorrow in court and you'll look like a fool, go hail a damn cab."

Mike just glares at him. They have more staring contests these days, more moments when it feels like Harvey's just a constant source of static electricity in his life, and even though Mike's so young and has so much to prove there are times when he thinks he's getting to Harvey, he can see the mask of disdain drop and the real emotion emerge.

"You don't want me to get sick. Cause you care," he says.

"About the case, sure." Harvey looks away.

"No, you care about me. You don't want me to get sick. Because if I did you'd end up coming by my apartment and bringing me chicken soup and then you couldn't hide it anymore. Forget it, I'm definitely biking home." Mike grins triumphantly and moves away from the enclave toward where his bike is sitting, wet rubber and glistening chain, against the parking meter.

Harvey grabs him by the arm and spins him inward, like they're dancing. Terrible dancing, thought, since Mike ends up dripping wet and pressed against cold stone, uncomfortable. "Like hell I'm gonna let you," Harvey starts, and then there's a gust of wind and the rain goes horizontal, spraying him all at once with enough water that he's, if not as soaked as Mike, at least suddenly dripping.

Mike chokes out a laugh. "Serves you right--"

There's a "shut up" on Harvey's face, and it makes it past his lips, but then it just crushes into Mike's mouth and dies.

His mind goes blank, but his fingers know what to do - they're crawling, scrambling, grabbing at Harvey's wet blazer, pulling him in. Somewhere between them a moan sounds. They're both wet now, because Harvey's pushed Mike hard up against that stone wall, and the water from Mike's shirt and tie and jacket is seeping into Harvey's, cold rain and body heat, a contradiction that shouldn't work, but it does, and so do they, and Mike doesn't want it to end.

~

Rain travels on the edge of a warm front, and there's a reason for that -- though rain is cold, merciless enough to batter down barriers, it brings with it warmth that's enough to thaw hearts.

At least for a moment.

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Show off.

Meh, I'm just kidding, hun. These are lovely, as your writing invariably is. ^_^

From:

tiptoe39.livejournal.com

well it's my meme, i have to do something special :P :DDDD *smoosh*

From:

ladyeternal.livejournal.com

::smooshes you back::

You're very right. And because it's your meme, and I'm trying to recover my muse after the relationship blow-out Friday...

From:

tiptoe39.livejournal.com

**smoooooooooooosh forever**

I loved the one you wrote thooo. And I also loved your tags. Looking forward to tagging them back, doll.

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ladyeternal.livejournal.com

You have no idea how much good it does me to have you tell me my writing is any good at all. I adore you so much & you're so fricking brilliant. ::glomps you & cuddles you up::

I really hope my muse recovers soon. I wanna be able to tag back when you tag me. X(

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tiptoe39.livejournal.com

ajkela;jk;. your writing is more than any good, it always gets me right in the speshul place!!! *smush* give yourself time and room. it will come, my love. <3