I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

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First Kiss Meme one. It's your first date, and you're dropping them off at the door. Are they going to lean in? Should you..? two. You have been friends since forever. Everyone knows you like each other, but the moment quite hasn't arisen for the first kiss. Until now. three. Awkward first kisses! Maybe you just bumped noses, or you kissed their chin instead. Time for attempt number two! four. Maybe this is your very first kiss, or maybe it's theirs! Either way, one of you is experienced and the other isn't. What if it turns out really bad?! (But hey, maybe you're a natural.) five. The accidental kiss. Might have tripped over your own feet, or maybe you've collided and they landed on top of you. Either way, your lips are locked- Where you go from there is up to you. six. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now! seven. Either pick one, mesh some together, or re-roll! INSTRUCTIONS: • Post with your character! • Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7. • Match that number to the choices above! • Reply to the thread starter and go from there. • Any rating goes, but no wank, please! :> originally from here.

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[icy]

[ Not a lot of people get to hear Jack curse, but there's a hiss as Pitch pulls his shadow trick and he twitches reflexively. ]

Can't you put a lid on that?

[ Grousing, up he gets with his hood still in his face, slouching against his staff. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Pitch looks down at himself then back up at Jack, gaze flat.]

Can you stop being cold?

[It's who he is, better get used to it. Pitch reaches over and grabs Jack by the front of his hoodie and yanks him closer, but not so close as to hit their noses together again, that would be truly unfortunate.]

Take that off, you look like a dejected teenager, and I know that although you may look it, you're not.

[icy]

[ So sensitive, gosh.

Tensing when tugged in, he scowls at Pitch and without looking away reaches up to drag the hood off. Mutinously, but even so; it isn't often anyone looks beyond Jack's appearance, that deserves a degree of obliging behavior. The staff hooks around the back of Pitch's neck as much for somewhere to rest as to get him back for issuing demands. ]

I didn't mean to make you bleed.

[ It just ... feels like he should remind him. In case. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Pot, kettle.]

[All Pitch does in response to the staff is hum in the back of his throat, he's too busy looking at Jack. Really looking, because this is the longest they've been close, the longest either of them has allowed the other to stay close. He sees the barely there freckles peppering Jack's cheeks and around his eyes, he sees the flecks of brown amidst the silvery blue of his eyelashes and brow. He sees just how unsure Jack is of all of this when he can read it in his eyes and feel the muted color of his fears. He sees loneliness, and a bone-deep ache for something more.]

I know.

[It's not loudly spoken, and whoops his hand has crept up and his thumb barely brushes at the nape of Jack's neck.]

[icy]

[ Jack would like to think he's not reeling in the physical presence Pitch offers as much as the Boogeyman is with his, but he can't help it. Hoarfrost, just as prickly and soft as his emotions, rushes over the thumb sifting into his hair as it sends tingles rising along his neck. Better not to mention the state of the glimmering floor at all. ]

Did it hurt a lot after I left?

[ Probably, his pessimism supplies. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[He's fascinated by the way the frost moves more than he's concerned about the shock of cold lancing up his thumb, not to mention the ripple of gooseflesh that rises along Jack's skin that has his gaze caught. He doesn't respond to the question right away, exploring the coarseness of Jack's hair and the smooth expanse of his neck and jaw. When he does acknowledge it, he looks right at him, stopping all other movement.]

Shush. Don't move.

[Bending, Pitch tips Jack's chin up with his thumb just as he catches his lips with his own.]

[icy]

[ For someone as free and independent as Jack, he takes to instruction well when it doesn't come off abrasive. He stills and finds his attention switching between jagged teeth and bright eyes, and lets his lashes shutter as their lips brush. Pitch isn't exactly warm but neither is Jack in the habit of putting anything above freezing in his mouth so he mostly registers (despite the buzzing in his ears) unexpected softness. Leaning in and up, he meets it after a few breaths to hesitantly chase the delicious pressure, the fingers of his free hand curling in the lapels of a seamless robe as if to hold onto the moment.

A stunted noise echoes in the back of his throat, curious and content to memorize things as they are, snow thickening as it falls from the sky but not, for once, owing to a bad mood. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Pitch allows the kiss to linger light and soft for a short while before exhaling hard through his nose and pushing closer, probing with his tongue along Jack's lips, swiping them clean of frost. The kiss is cold and dry but far from unpleasant, and Pitch is incredibly content to make it last, his fingers gently tracing a silken jawline and back to cradle the other spirit's head in his hand.]

[icy]

[ He's almost entirely certain he hasn't started flying, though his insides have suddenly become weightless and it seems impossible to do anything but let his weight lilt against Pitch's far sturdier frame. When heat laps across the seam of his lips they part on instinct, carrying with them an aborted noise that sounds far too much like a whimper for him to later acknowledge it ever existed, ice melting over his mouth with each lazy, hot drag. Jack shivers for the first time in centuries, head to toe.

It's on the cusp of a suddenly impatient inhale that he presses in and up to thrust his ice-cold tongue over a far warmer one, eager to deepen the kiss with only movies and several lifetimes' worth of romantic fancy as his guide. The hand that isn't curled around his staff runs up dark lapels (darkness feels strangely like velvet, he dimly registers, need to investigate that later) to grasp onto a tall shoulder and send whorls of delicate frost out in dizzying relief against black shadow-cloth, more intricate and bright than what he usually paints. Pitch's coat sparkles, matching the delicate snowflakes that slowly begin to fall.

Jack has no real idea what he's doing and tries to make up for it with eagerness, severe cheekbones highlighted in a dead lilac blush as he tries to time his breathing so he doesn't have to pull away. His nose is, notably, the only part of him that stays incredibly cold the longer their skin meets. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Jack's weight is so minimal as to be basically nonexistent as the winds have picked up and even though his literal weight is against Pitch, it takes no effort to hold them both upright. He eats up the noises Jack makes with the intensity of his kisses, swallowing them whole and savoring them with growls and more heat. Endless heat.]

[The sudden forwardness from the frost spirit has Pitch gasping but not breaking the connection, too determined to face the cold and accept it, even as whirls of fern frost coat his ordinarily shadowed robes. They reach all the way to his wrists and tingle down his chest, making him shiver in a not unpleasant fashion.]

[In the end it's Pitch who breaks the kiss first with his eyes at half mast and blown wide with only the tiniest sliver of gold to line his irises. He exhales and the proof of their joining is seen in the frost of his breath.]

[icy]

[ Jack's smile as the kiss ends is muted when quick blue eyes catch on the foggy exhale. He fingers slide up to lightly touch a lower lip, skirting a chin. ]

You're cold.

[ Anxiety rises in waves. Demure and dampened by pleasure though his concerns are he looks like he'd give anything to warm Pitch up, but knows only too well how he can't. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[His gaze catches on Jack's fingers then back to glacier blue eyes, the beginnings of a smile creeping upwards.]

Seems to go with the territory.

[Does he look put off by it, Jack? The answer is no, seeing as his hands have wound their way to the small of his back.]

[icy]

[ That isn't enough to satisfy him, a little bewildered by continuing to be held. Glancing up, he arches a brow, his arm awkwardly draped around a thick grey neck. ]

You don't mind?

[ Clarification is sorely needed. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Pitch looks faintly amused by the question.]

You are a frost spirit, why would I assume you are anything but cold?

[icy]

[ That draws out a smirk. ]

You are kind of old. Doddery?

[ 'Scuse you, his concerns were valid. So rude. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

Excuse you? I've aged spectacularly. I can more than keep up with the likes of you.

[Calling him old is low, that was low.]

Was it everything you hoped and dreamed it would be, Frost? Mm?

[icy]

[ His eyes crinkle as he leans in, forehead pressing against the sliver of skin between two halves of a robe. ]

Don't get all grumpy on me, I'm only teasing.

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Snorting inelegantly through his nose, he looks over Jack's shoulder and thins his lips. He has a lot to re-learn about social niceties and the subtleness of teasing and light-hearted banter. Finally he sighs and squeezes Jack into an ineffective hug.]

The cold does not bother me.

[In those words is an apology. Somewhere.]

[icy]

[ Spurred on by the almost-apology, he presses his cold lips to the cavity of a chest, smearing a fond kiss there with more open-mouthed action than originally intended. Impossible to help himself when he's floating on proverbial snowflakes, having fun. White hair scuffs up against Pitch, fuzzed by the friction of a nuzzle. ]

Mmm.

[ Good, don't be mad. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[There's a small squeak that escapes the ever masculine Boogeyman at the frost exploding over his chest thanks to the open-mouthed kiss, but it's not painful, more surprised at the way the smaller spirit has latched himself to him as if he's suddenly a fond lifeline. After a moment, one of Pitch's hands gently cards through the coarse strands at the nape of a lithe neck.]

I ... I'll take that as a yes.

[If he's honest, he hadn't thought this far ahead. He'd chased the first kiss, but he hadn't anticipated Jack responding so positively to it.]

[icy]

[ What a jerk, pft. Jack reels inwardly a little before gathering what's left of his wits and leaning back, a chagrined chuckle huffing free on a breathless laugh. ]

Sorry. Uh, so ... [ Wryly: ] Want to go play in the snow?

[prettylittlenightmare]

[You should know what you're getting into here, really.]

Play? [His nose wrinkles in distaste at the word, but it's only half-serious.] Perhaps that is asking a bit much.

[icy]

[ Jack laughs, rolling his eyes. ]

You should take off for a while, I'm heading to the next city over. [ Dropping his gaze, he taps his staff on the ground out of habit and shrugs nonchalantly. Yeah, okay. ] Can I see you later? It doesn't have to be tomorrow, it can wait a few days. Whatever you like.

[prettylittlenightmare]

Now he thinks he can tell me what to do.

[It's the best attempt at sarcasm he can manage, but the tease is seen in his glimmer in his eyes if not his tone. Look, he can even manage a brief smile.]

I'll have to check my schedule. I'm a busy man, bringing Nightmares to three or four children in a town these days.

[icy]

Don't give them anything too harsh ... [ Floating up on a breeze, lifted as lightly as a leaf, he leans in to kiss him softly on a cheek. ] Please?

[ Sneaky little weather phenom, utilizing dem baby-blues. ]