bakerstreet | First Kiss Meme

Just what it says on the tin, Ladies and Gentlemen. The best feeling in the world is getting to kiss someone you've wanted to kiss for a very long time. But is it always a magical, flawless moment? Are the feelings reciprocated or was this a case of misinterpreted signals? Did your heart skip a beat, or do you maybe need to get checked for a concussion because someone came in too fast and now your foreheads have matching bruises?

Or, better yet, did someone dare you to kiss the person you're crushing on?

Whatever the case, this meme is for first kisses. You can roll for your options, or just pick one and go with it (because we've all done that.)

Post with your preferences below, tag around, enjoy!

THE CHOICES!
1: It was just the right time. You're both crushing hard on the other, so maybe it's time to actually take that next step.

2: Maybe it wasn't quite the right time. One of you is all for the kiss and the other? Either they've been taken by surprise by it, or this really isn't what they want.

3: CRASH! THUD! OUCH! You've smashed faces for whatever reason and now it's either completely killed the mood or you need a minute to recover so you can try again.

4: Spin the Bottle? Truth or Dare? Seven Minutes in Heaven? Whatever the case? Someone put the both of you up to this. You can either get it over with, or wait out the friends around you just waiting for you to act.

5: The post argument "Shut up and kiss me!" firsts kiss. Whatever the reason, you two have just been bickering. Whether it be all day little snipes at each other, or some manner of full blown argument over someone else's stubbornness, something tells one of you to go for it and now? Well, there was a kiss in an argument. Are you going to argue further? Spend a few minutes reeling over what happened?

6: You've been building up to this for a while. Small touches, holding hands, arms around the shoulders. Little things to set the tone. Is it working? Is the person reciprocating those small moments? Only time and patience will tell.

7: MAKE UP YOUR OWN SCENARIO!

most of all, have fun, be respectful, make new friends.

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[ There are a lot of things he could probably say about the situation they're in, but he doesn't mention it, instead taking a moment to savor this closeness like he'll never get another chance to have it. For Larus, it's been some time since he's even entertained the thought of wanting to kiss someone else, allowing himself nothing but the necessity of blood whenever he felt that tightly-wrapped control slipping, and the warm touch of her mouth, the ghost of her breath... it's a dangerous thing to want when there are no lines to draw now that he's here. She's a single point connecting him to a world he doesn't know, one he hadn't been born into and one he will never understand no matter how long he spends within it, and if he lets this go, he may very well fall into nothing. If there's any sense of self-preservation left, he would dismiss it all and return to that moment before he'd dragged her into this small space, but he's always dared to push a little more than he should. ]

Don't do that. [ His voice is soft despite the firmness in those words, thumb sweeping along her jaw and down the curve of her throat to rest against the steady thrum of her pulse. He would know that sound anywhere. ] You know what you're doing, but I'm faster. You can trust me. [ He isn't sure how many times they've had this conversation, and really, at the moment, it isn't entirely pertinent to the task at hand. Still, as much as Larus thinks about chastising her even more for a carelessness he would have walked right into, there are more pressing things to concern themselves with. Like the fact those guards have decided to wander in their direction, and calmly, he cups her face, drawing her forward so their noses touch. ] If they get any closer, I'll take care of it. Kiss me like you mean it.

[ And without another word, he presses their mouths together like he knows she wants, kissing her hard, deep. There's the slide of his tongue when it hadn't been there before to coax her lips apart, the gentle scrape of his teeth, and his hands push into her hair, holding her against him like it's the only time they're ever going to have this moment. Larus doesn't have the luxury to think about what will come after; he only wants to lure those people close enough to incapacitate them and move on. They can consider it when this is over and they're safe, but only then. ]

[Five's expecting him to move away, and can't help the look of hope on her face when he doesn't, when he remains close instead. The proximity makes her heart ache because there's the knowledge here that at some point, probably soon, it will have to end, and she doesn't want it to. Driven by emotion rather than thought, she brings her hands up to cling fingers with a loose grip into the material of his sleeves, a silent plea for them to stay together. And maybe also a silent explanation for why they're both here, why it has to be both of them doing this: because Five doesn't want to let him go, period.

She finds her eyes falling closed again at the touch to her jaw, along her throat, and she feels there's purpose there beyond just some place for his thumb to rest... Because her pulse is there, and it quickens a touch in response.

It's a good thing Larus is still able to pay attention to what the guards are doing, because pretty much the entirety of Five's focus is on him now, regardless of eyes being closed, open, or half-lidded. When their noses bump, she looks at him again and she can hardly stop her heart from soaring at 'kiss me like you mean it,' forgetting, for a moment, that this started as a flimsy excuse of a plan.

But clearly he's seen right through that excuse anyway, hasn't he? Because this kiss feels anything but fake. There's not even hesitancy in it, just as much passion as she can stand and she returns it all eagerly, presses closer and leans up to kiss him harder. She thankfully has just enough presence of mind left still, as she lets his tongue in and meets it with her own, to keep from making any noise... even though she wants to, even though it sticks there in her throat, a half-formed sigh or whimper, maybe. Being loud right now wouldn't be the best of ideas.

If she'd gotten the chance to speak before their mouths had connected again, she'd have told him that she'd still meant it the first time, that she wouldn't have done it if she hadn't really wanted to. But maybe the words are unnecessary, and she can convey with the suck of his tongue and slick push-pull of their lips that there's nothing fake here.]

First Kiss Meme

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