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[tiptoe39]

I wish to write smooches. Who would like to provide some situations/prompts/pairings for smooch-writing? Seriously. I will go ahead and write crack pairings. What the hell. If you click through to my journal you will see a list of fandoms I'm familiar with on the left-hand side. hell, choose random pairings. multifandom pairings. Anything. I wish to write smooches.

Or, ya know, if you just want me to write mattmo smooches i suppose i can do that too, but as long as there's kissing involved i'll write anything.

Comments

[hanuueshe.livejournal.com]

Um... I feel like crack today, so Matt/Random Sormtrooper #57.

*runs away*

[fool-of-ships.livejournal.com]

That would be so easy at a convention...

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

what, the icon doesn't suffice?

Hmmm. Will have to ruminate on it. I'm sure I can think of something sufficiently amusing.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

This happens when Matt's in L.A., shortly before his marriage to Janice. He's had a bad night and he's in a bar getting plastered when an older guy comes round and starts hitting on him. Tell him he's a well-known actor in the biz and Matt's got a face for show biz, won't he come home with him and maybe he'll hook him up with a job after he hooks up with him, so to speak.

Well, Matt's drunk and intrigued and lets the guy take him home. They're making out in the hallway of the guy's apartment when Matt feels his back crash against something round and plastic. He looks back and it's a stormtrooper helmet. Well, that's about the coolest thing Matt's ever seen. "You were in Star Wars?" he says in awe.

"Yup. Didn't you recognize me? I told you I was connected." The guy's got blue eyes that twinkle at this.

Matt laughs and picks up the helmet. "Put it on."

"Nah. It's a collector's item."

"Put it on!" Matt insists, and the guy rolls the irresistible blue eyes and complies. Matt guffaws and like a true drunken bastard he leans forward and affixes his lips to the plastic helmet.

"Oh, Random Stormtrooper Number 57, how do I love thee?" he slurs.

Then he sees the price tag still affixed to the damned helmet. $15.95. Made in Taiwan, no less.

It's too bad, because if the guy had just said he wanted some nookie Matt might have been OK with it. But lies turn him off. So it ends with a stormtrooper kiss, and Matt goes on to bigger and better things. Well, kind of. But at least he can say he's kissed a Star Wars stormtrooper, right?

[hanuueshe.livejournal.com]

*speechless*

*distant sound of head exploding*

[starlingthefool.livejournal.com]

I would LOVE a Faith/Buffy kiss. But if there's too much potential angst in that...

Some kind of MattMo kiss that involves... maple trees and/or train rides.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

I can do angst. I never watched all of Season Three, though, so it will have to be early Season Three.

:ruminates, will return:

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Their breathing is ragged. They're sweating. Their muscles are aching as they collapse to the ground.

"Fuck, but that's a good workout," Faith says.

"Yeah." Buffy tightens her ponytail, tosses her hair, and sticks her stake back in her bag.

"I think I'm still coughing up that last vamp," Faith complains, pounding her chest as she coughs and chomps on her gum. Is she ever not chewing gum? wonders Buffy idly.

"The undead should definitely not allow themselves to get obese," she agrees, stretching out a crick in her neck and pounding on it with the fist of her other hand. "That much dust's a public health hazard."

"Spoken like a true model citizen," Faith laughs derisively. "Here, let me get that for you."

"Get what?" Buffy starts, but then Faith is behind her, kneading her shoulders. A wave of relaxation rushes at her and her eyes roll back in her head.

Faith is breathing on her ear. The gum chews become a sort of soothing rhythm. "Ya know what's special about this feeling, B?" she says in a throaty voice. "We're the only two people in the world to get to experience it. You and me. That's it. Nobody else can share what you and I share." It makes Buffy shudder a little to hear her say it, and all the while the strong hands are working her shoulders, making her pliant and half-hypnotized. She nods mutely.

Then Faith's arms are around her in a backwards hug and the breath on her ear is even closer. Buffy's heart is racing. "Just you and me, B. Against the world."

"You mean the underworld," Buffy says, trying to lighten the mood, but as she turns to say it wet lips are suddenly on hers and that lump of gum is in her mouth, along with a slick tongue, and she doesn't even know what she's doing as she moans and shifts further into the other girl's embrace, hands finding her face and hair and falling into an eternity of endorphins and the smell of Faith's perfume, which is surprisingly floral, she realizes, and her breasts are pressed against Faith's and it all feels far too good, comforting, like she's being mothered somehow.

Then there's another demon in the shadows and they're running and fighting again. Buffy stares at Faith as she kicks at the vampire's chest and knocks him backward against a headstone.

"Just you and me, B," she says with a wink. Buffy knows then that she'll never tell anyone, that that stolen moment and others like it are, like everything else that comes with being a Slayer, something she can never share with the outside world.

And somehow that's a comfort, too.

[starlingthefool.livejournal.com]

<3333

Oh, that made me happy.

[prettybird.livejournal.com]

*points to icon*

If you want. :)

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Alice had given a lot of thought to when their first kiss was. Rin insisted it was when he was 7 and laid the liplock on her against her will ("and if you count the gum I spit in your mouth as an indirect kiss, it's even earlier!" he insisted, laughing sharply). But Alice wasn't sure. She remembered the time he'd kissed her as she was waking in that wooden shack. She hadn't drawn back, but allowed the kiss to happen; she was so grateful to see him safe and alive, and so concerned for his welfare that it hadn't been a true kiss, not in her mind.

After much thought, Alice decided their first kiss had to be when he was ten. He'd gone off to Kyoto for the summer and come back six inches taller and with a voice that was changing. He'd croaked "I'm home, Alice," in a voice that spanned six octaves, and she'd laughed merrily as he pouted.

Later on, she'd made him udon and he'd slurped it noisily, talking all the while about how Haruhiko was a real prude about jumping and Mikuro was a bigger ass about the whole thing and for God's sake, they could do this stuff, why wouldn't they? He was talking so long and so animatedly about it that he never noticed when one of the scallions jumped from the soup onto his upper lip and hung there like a green nose ring. Alice stared at it until she couldn't stand it anymore, and finally barked, "Rin-kun, hold still!"

He stopped short at the sound of her voice.

"Honestly!" She rolled her eyes and marched over to him. Grabbing his bangs, she forced his head back and lowered her lips to the offending vegetable, sucking it out of view and swallowing hard. Then she felt Rin's hands on her waist, and melting, she settled against him. His breath was hot with the smell of noodles and his lips quivered on hers. Still, the kiss lingered, and when she finally straightened up, she frowned and said, "Much better" before marching back to her own chair and sitting down.

She went on and ate her noodles loudly as Rin leaned his chin on his upturned palm and watched her with a huge grin on his face.

At the time she denied it was a kiss. She was simply cleaning up after him, she said. She didn't make a habit of kissing ten-year-olds, after all.

But it was either that or the rather heated, borderline embarrassing way they ended the evening, complete with hands and tongues, and Alice couldn't live with herself if their first kiss had been quite so... debauched. So the udon kiss it was. Rin would have to live with that.