Poorly Drawn October, Group Prompt 5: Kiss
His eyes shimmered with water. “I would have died if you had not stabbed him. His phaser was set to kill, in his hand. One more second and I would be dead.”
I swallowed and looked closer at him, his hands dropping to my hips, and my breath caught a few times in my throat. “I—you—you—”
Konna’s lips looked like they had lost all blood to them, more pale than purple. His lashes had caught some of the tears that still lay unspilled from his eyes. They tasted like salt, his lips, as I was sure mine did, as he leaned forward to kiss me.
It tasted of salt and smelled of the blood of the dead man, still crusted on my hands as they ran through Konna’s silken hair.









