Meme: First Kiss

[cinaed]

Er, haven't posted since Sunday. My bad? Have been either at work for a 31-hour week or soaking my feet in the bathtub. *grin* Or working on my Mensa fic that's due in June. But anyway, yay, meme.

Snagged from lilyayl

Comment with two characters I write, and I'll tell you about their first kiss.

Any fandom. Any two characters, even if I don't ship them.

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[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

:)

Perna and Laura Cadman
(and/or)
Sora and Kavanagh

Perna/Laura

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Afterwards, Laura would suppose that they shouldn't have been that surprised. After all, no one knew who built the quantum mirrors. It wasn't too unreasonable to conclude that perhaps the builders of the quantum mirror were the same folks who built the Stargates.

Still, it was a bit of a shock to see another universe's Lorne, Ford, Grodin, and some blonde Laura had never seen before step through the 'gate, even knowing about quantum mirrors and alternate universes.

It was even more of a shock when, catching sight of her, the blonde's expression shifted to one Laura couldn't quite name.

"Laura?" While Laura couldn't read her look, she could hear the bittersweet mixture of grief and awe in the woman's whisper easily enough.

To this day, Laura still wasn't entirely certain what happened next. She remembered how the blonde moved towards her, ignoring the guns pointing in her direction, and then she remembered the feel of the woman's lips, warm and smooth against her own, the desperation she could feel in the kiss.

Laura would only learn the woman's name ten minutes later, when Laura and the visitors from the alternate universe entered the infirmary and a shocked Carson breathed out Perna's name.

Re: Perna/Laura

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

I will not ask for more, b/c you have too much to write as it is. But, oh, this makes me want more. So much more.

Re: Perna/Laura

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

*shoves plotbunny into the closet for the moment* It would be a really interesting AU. *grin*

Sora/Kavanagh Part 1

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The Genii were not mere farmers, of course, but that didn't mean they considered farming completely useless. After all, having their own crops meant less dependence on other worlds (and on the Lanteans, especially), and so there was a celebratory festival at the end of every harvest.

Sora was still a little surprised that she was allowed to attend this year-- the festival was almost entirely for those who lived above the underground city. There was a special raffle every year, of course, for a lucky dozen who would be allowed to attend as well, but otherwise the underground Genii needed permission to attend.

She didn't know why she'd been permitted -- it wasn't as though Ladon bore her any good will or any will at all, really -- but she took the opportunity to soak up the sun, throwing aside her hat and letting the sun warm her upturned face. She'll burn horribly tomorrow but she can't bring herself to care. She'd not been above ground since her disgrace, when the Lanteans had returned her into Cowen's disappointed grasp.

When a drifting cloud temporarily blocked the sun, she lowered her gaze to the crowd. Sora frowned at the sight of a handful of Lanteans. True, the Genii now had a truce with the Lanteans, had since Cowen's overthrow and Ladon's subsequent seizure of power, but did they have to be here, disturbing Sora's brief stint of freedom?

Still, one of the Lanteans looked almost as irritated to be here as she felt at his presence. His expression was sour, his mouth pursed into a half-scowl. He noticed her gaze and she watched as his cheeks flushed and he quickly glanced away.

Sora couldn't help but be amused at her apparent ability to fluster the Lantean just by looking in his direction. Before she knew what she was doing, she sauntered over to him. At his startled look, she offered him a slight smile and wide, innocent eyes, the picture of a friendly, simple-minded farmer's daughter. "I hope you are enjoying the festival." Even her voice was light and breathy, wavering a little as though she couldn't quite bear it if he informed her that he wasn't having the time of his life.

The man eyed her for a moment, blinking behind his glasses. Now that she was closer to him, she could see that his features were quite striking. Not handsome, certainly, but...interesting.

He licked his lips, a quick, nervous gesture, and muttered something she didn't quite catch, though she thought she heard the name McKay in his murmur. When Sora just looked at him, keeping the smile on her lips, he cleared his throat. "I, uh, it's interesting. I was raised in a city, so...." He trailed off, shrugging, mouth curving into a half-grimace.

"You've never been to a harvest festival then?" Sora exclaimed, making her voice go high with astonishment. She batted her eyelashes for good measure. "Why, I must make certain you enjoy every moment of the festival!"

Just then, one of the fiddlers began to play, and Sora seized the Lantean's hands. "Come," she said with a smile, watching his expression shift to one of confusion. For the first time in ages, she felt some of the weight of disappointment and bitterness ease, replaced by mischief. "I shall show you a proper Genii dance."

"Dance?" The word was more of a squawk of protest than anything else, but Sora dragged him into the dancing circle where other partners were gathering.

"Yes, dance," she said, and then leaned in close, letting some of her innocent facade slip away and some of her scorn for the Lanteans creep into her features. "Or are Lanteans too high and mighty to dance?"

Something dark and undefinable flared in his eyes at the taunt, and he scowled at her. "I dance," was all he said, lifting his chin in defiance, and then -- one hand was gripping her hip and the other resting on her shoulder -- he held her close and did a few steps she'd never seen before, turning the movement into a dance which spun her around and around until she was dizzy.

Sora/Kavanagh Part 2

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When the song ended, they both stopped dancing, the other dancers follow suit. Sora closed her eyes, ignoring the way she could feel the world continuing to spin around her. When she opened her eyes, the Lantean was frowning at her, a pensive look, as though she were a puzzle he was trying to figure out.

She couldn't help the mischief that flared at the bemused look he wore, and leaned forward, pressing a quick, cool kiss to his lips. There. Another piece for his puzzle.

"So, you've shown me one of your dances, Lantean. Let me show you mine," she said, and as the next song filled the air, grabbed his wrists and showed him a few steps of a proper Genii dance.

Re: Sora/Kavanagh Part 2

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

:) Very well done. I like the playful start here. Kavanagh needs such innocent teasing. Oh, and he can dance? Tres bon.

[martoufmarty.livejournal.com]

Jack and Apollo! ... Yeah.

[jaygoose.livejournal.com]

Um Greg and David obviously. XD

David/Greg

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This is what David tells people: He was drunk. Very drunk. About five White Russians drunk, in fact, so he cannot be held accountable for his temporary insanity. He's not certain how many drinks Greg had, but he suspects the other man was almost as intoxicated as David was by the time they both stumbled out of the bar towards Bobby's car.

Somehow -- and David always takes a moment at this point to remind people that he was drunk, very, very, very drunk -- they ended up tangled up together against Bobby's car, David's hands in Greg's hair and Greg's arms wrapped around David's waist, their mouths crushed together with the sort of intensity only the really intoxicated can wield.

This is what David conveniently neglects to mention: All right, so he was more tipsy than intoxicated. Two White Russians were still pretty strong, and he was definitely unsteady on his feet when he and Greg went out to the parking lot. In fact, it was Greg slipping an arm around his waist for support and David misinterpreting the gesture that really caused the kiss. He doesn't tell anyone that Greg's mouth tasted of the Rum Coke he'd nursed all night. Nor does David mention that for a moment after initiating that first kiss, he thought he'd really, really fucked things up.

That is, until Greg kissed him back.

[duckduck.livejournal.com]

Um...Radek and Grodin. For something different. :)

Peter/Radek

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Peter took another one of the pills Carson had prescribed and leaned back in his chair, waiting for the painkiller to kick in so that the twinges of pain from his hand would subside. He was alone in the gateroom, all sensible souls fast asleep (or at least in the privacy of their quarters, trying to sleep).

"So you really punched McKay."

Peter glanced up at Radek's amused comment, automatically smiling at the other man. "I wish. No, I tried to hit him and got this for my trouble." He waved his bandaged hand as emphasis.

Radek's blue eyes gleamed with mischief as he said, mock-solemn, "Well, if it is any consolation, you are already being called a hero in the labs."

"Does my hero status entitle me to extra desserts?" When Radek just looked at him, one eyebrow raised, Peter shrugged. "Figured not, but it was worth a shot."

Shaking his head and smiling slightly, Radek slid into the empty seat next to him, slouching little as he ran a hand over his face. Peter watched him for a moment, taking in the weariness all but radiating off Radek's frame, and then said, "So what has you up so late?"

Radek shrugged. "Am still getting used to the city, I suppose."

"And the fact that we're in another galaxy?" Peter said wryly, and was pleased to see some of Radek's weariness disappear and a dimple appear in his cheek as he smiled. He ignored the spark of interest that flared in his stomach at the sight of that dimple, tucked it into the corner of his mind that he reserved for implausible and unrequited attractions.

"Yes, that as well. And also that we are in the middle of an ocean. The Czech Republic is landlocked, you know. I am not used to the sea."

Peter nodded. There was silence for a moment, during which the painkillers finally began kicking in, and then Radek asked, "Have you ever had becherovka?" When Peter shook his head, Radek smiled. "Once you are off your medicine, I shall treat you to the best liquor the Czech Republic has to offer. After all, a hero deserves a drink."

Peter eyed him. "Is that the liquor you used to drink Carson under the table the night Sheppard lit up the control chair?" He'd seen Carson's haggard expression the next day, how the Scotsman had flinched at every possible noise. Remembering Carson's abject misery, he shook his head at Radek's innocent expression. "I am not going to try and defeat you in a drinking contest, by the way. I know I'll lose."

Innocence shifted to mischief once more, and Radek smiled. "You will not even attempt to defend your country's honor?" When Peter just snorted, the dimple reappeared in Radek's cheek. "Very well."

Peter's gaze must have lingered a bit too long on Radek's smile then, or the painkillers relaxed him too much and let something show in his face, because those blue eyes abruptly sharpened, his expression turning speculative.

"A date, then," Radek said, and then rose to his feet as Peter blinked at him, wondering what that was supposed to mean and what, exactly, Radek had seen in his expression.

Then his thoughts fled as Radek stepped in close, one hand coming to rest gently on Peter's shoulder.

He could feel his breath hitch, his stomach suddenly twisting with a mixture of want, nervousness, and anticipation. He gathered his scattered thoughts just in time to meet Radek halfway as the other man leaned down to kiss him.

Radek's lips were warm and dry and smooth, the press of their mouths slow and exploratory. When the kiss finally ended, Peter's thoughts were fuzzy from both the painkillers and lust. He opened his eyes to meet Radek's intent gaze.

Licking his lips, which still tingled from the kiss, Peter said, "So...a date," and watched as a slow, pleased smile formed on Radek's lips.

Re: Peter/Radek

[duckduck.livejournal.com]

Aw, sweet. Thank you!!

Re: Peter/Radek

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed. :)

Re: Peter/Radek

[mibloodapproves.livejournal.com]

*melts*

I miss Peter so much. *sigh*

Re: Peter/Radek

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

I know, I miss Peter too. *pats him* Glad you enjoyed. :)

[fenellaevangela.livejournal.com]

Radek and Chuck :-)

[audreyscastle.livejournal.com]

Radek and Rodney, since I'm in the mood for some hot geek lovin' and Grodin is already getting some action *references above duckduck comment*

[blue-raven.livejournal.com]

I call crossover! I'm in a bit of a flighty mood, so I would like to see Radek/Claude. *grins*

[firebubbles310.livejournal.com]

since you got me into torchwood i think a jack/ianto one would be awesome.