Everlark in Love - First Kiss
When I saw @everlarkedalways challenge on my dash and so many people posting their prior work as well as first kiss scenes they loved, I had to get on board! First kisses can be so powerful and I often enjoy them even better than the smut. (Go figure!)
I have so many favorites, but I will say when I read Court’s A Favorable Wind, there was something about that first Everlark kiss that moved me and opened up a Pandora’s Box of memories. If you haven’t read that story, do yourself a favor, it’s so good! But if you want to go straight to the kiss… Chapter 10.
In Trained Professionals, my @promptsinpanem submission for round 7, day 5, I enjoyed writing a first kiss on a first date scene. I had so much fun with this one, so I wanted to share it with you:
Peeta notices Katniss become quiet and rest her head against his shoulder as they walk, so he instinctively wraps his arm around her shoulders, bringing her even closer. He thinks he hears her exhale a sigh as she snuggles into him on their walk.
Capitol Mall is an open air mall, and once they cross 12th Street, they pass by some shops on their way to the employee parking lot. Peeta spots a bookshop he’s frequented and wonders, “Katniss, do you ever miss the feel of paper on your hands?”
“What?”
“You know, the feel of paper as you turn the pages of a really good book.” He releases his arm and turns her toward the bookstore window. “I notice you read on your Kindle, and I honestly can’t imagine enjoying that.” He takes a chance and embraces her from behind, resting his chin on her head. She doesn’t flinch but relaxes in his arms.
“I guess I like the Kindle because it’s more efficient. I can carry a whole library in my bag.”
Peeta smiles at her constant need for efficiency that has peppered the conversation throughout their date. “But don’t you miss that sound of a page crinkling when you turn it or the feel of a well-read book between your fingertips?” His own fingertips graze the wisps of hair that have fallen out of her braid and trace the shell of her ear before caressing her jaw to her chin.
Her head falls back onto his chest, her eyes close from the pleasurable tickle on her face, and her skin awakens to the heat emanating from the strong beat of her heart. She languidly responds, “I’ve never thought about it that way, but now you mention it, there are some things I miss.”
He nudges her braid to the side, timidly pressing his lips to her pulse point. He appreciates the slight whimper that escapes her and calms himself. She likes it. “What do you miss?” he murmurs against her neck, sprinkling kisses along her delicate, olive skin.
“I miss the heft of the book, the weight of a big classic novel in your hands,” she says as if hypnotized by some sort of spell he’s cast upon her. “And you can see your progress. You don’t need a computer to tell you you’re halfway done with a book; you can feel it, see it. Your bookmark is a tracker to your progress. I really miss that.”
“Peeta?” she asks as she turns to face him.
Use your instincts, she remembers as she falters in expressing her wishes to him.
He stands facing her, looking down into her smoky gaze. He can lose himself in her if he isn’t careful, but being careful isn’t all it’s cracked up to be when love is involved. Before she has time to say a word, he says it for her.
“I desperately need to kiss you right now, Katniss. May I?”
Her eyelids flutter, and she smirks as she parts her rosy lips. “I’ll allow it.”
When his hands touch her cheeks with enough firmness to keep her stable, but the gentleness to make her melt under his grasp, she understands why he likes books so much. He likes to use his hands. He’s a baker, a painter; everything he does is with his hands. And as she’s wrapped up in his kiss, she realizes another thing.
He’s a master with his tongue.
As he laps over hers ever so softly, his head angles just enough to appreciate every nuance within her irresistible mouth. She smooths the tips of her fingers along the muscles in his back, her nails skating along, eliciting moans she can feel more than hear. The resonance of his blissful sighs reverberate through her body. Like an echo transmits sound throughout a cave, his groans of pleasure resound all the way to the marrow of her bones.
She’s putty in his hands, sensing his smile against her skin as he dusts kisses along the hollow of her neck. When he stops and places a quick but delicate kiss on her overworked lips, she sighs mournfully.
“I don’t want to scare you off on our first date,” Peeta says as his darkened eyes communicate a different message. He runs the back of his hand along her arm and asks, “When can we have our second?”
Thanks for all the kisses… they never get old!! xxxx
