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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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He yells out to her across the Quad, but the rain is too loud on the paved paths. Clutching her dropped notebook to his chest, he takes off after her, dodging other students splashing through the largest puddles with a calculated je ne sais quoi, narrowly avoiding maintenance staff in their tricked-out golf carts, ducking to protect his eyes from professors with umbrellas large enough to shelter a village. He's sure his hair looks like a toupee that lost a battle with a dishwasher by the time he reaches her. He's soaked with sweat and rain, it's dripping off the end of his nose, and this is not how he wanted to officially meet Jessica Moore; nevertheless, it's what he's stuck with. He slips in the saturated grass beside the path and goes down onto one knee, just barely avoiding a header into the mud.

"You, you dropped this... back there," he waves vaguely over his shoulder and tries to breathe normally, as if he always addresses women while on bended knee. "Um. Jessica. Thought you might miss it."

Her eyes light up as she takes the damp notebook from him. The rain makes her look even more angelic, a rainbow in each drop that clings to her lashes. He almost says such cheesiness aloud, her notebook has P-O-E-T-R-Y written across it in purple ink, but stops himself just in time.

"I would, thank you. Are you hurt? Sam, right?"

His heart thunders painfully in his chest, louder than the rumbling sky. She knows his name!

"I'm good, good. I just, uh, it's nice to see a different perspective."

His cheeks are burning but he doesn't want to lumber awkwardly to his feet with her watching. She laughs and tucks a long lock of her curly blonde hair behind her ear.

"Good point. Thanks again, Sam. I'll see you in class."

She remembers they have a class together! It's a huge lecture class of one hundred freshman, but still. And she's stretching forth her hand, to shake or help him up, but that's not what he does.

He lifts her hand to his mouth and brushes his lips across her rain-damp skin. Her hand is tiny in his meaty paw and the moment he releases it he thinks he should never have given into the impulse.

But then she smiles and it's like he's basking in the sun.