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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.

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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.