Pearl String of Fics: First Kisses In the Rain

[tiptoe39]

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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Something just for tippy...

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

It feels like a thousand years, but it’s finally over. The team back together, battered but still standing, stronger together.

Danny hadn’t been sure it would happen. Had been afraid that, despite their best efforts, they’d be one man short when all was said and done.

It’s that fear that drives the car to Steve’s apartment building. Fear that brings him to Steve’s doorstep with beer and nonsense words about keeping Steve from brooding too much. Fear that Steve really isn’t home and safe, is still back in that cell, unless Danny can see that he’s there.

If Steve notices, he doesn’t call Danny on it. Instead, they watch Kelly’s Heroes and order in and exchange meaningless banter, the way partners do when the weight of the world isn’t on their shoulders.

Danny doesn’t mean to fall asleep. It’s a doze, really, brought about by nothing more than the lull of alcohol and food mixed with the drop in stress hormones now that Steve being back where he belongs is more real to him. But he wakes when he hears the sound of thunder on the horizon, and sees the balcony door open. “Steve?”

“Out here.”

Padding out in his sock feet, Danny finds Steve leaning against the wall of the balcony, gazing across the landscape as the storm rolls in. There’s enough wind to blow the rain at them in a fine mist, giving the moment a surreality, like something in a dream. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, though his voice lacks anything convincing behind the syllable. “Just… thinking.”

The fear comes back, heavy in Danny’s gut: fear that Steve will think too much, will get lost in the dark places in his head and never come back. Or worse, take one risk too many and wind up on a slab, leaving Danny to pick up the shattered pieces of his life alone.

But there’s no fear in the way Danny steps in and takes hold of Steve’s shirt in both hands, leaning up to press his lips against Steve’s, absorbing the other man’s surprise into the kiss as the wind scatters raindrops against their skin, warm against the faint chill of the evening.

When Danny draws back, he can’t go far; Steve’s densely muscled arms are around him, and Steve’s looking at him with a kind of wonder in the ice blue of his eyes. “Don’t,” Danny chides softly. “At least, not tonight.”

There’s a faint crinkle in the corners of Steve’s eyes, and his voice is warmer, more present as he says “okay” before closing the distance between them again, chasing Danny’s fears away.

Re: Something just for tippy...

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

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