five some kind of kisses
Feb. 25th, 2004 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phineasjoneshmm. five first kisses? not exactly. two are first kisses, one is a fantasy, one is a first observed kiss and one is the first kiss in a long, long time. it's all i have to offer. but i like this meme. i read ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prillalar's and dorrie6's and they left me in a warm and fuzzy place.
from blue.
They were stumbling around and laughing and neither made it successfully across the room to his bed. Instead they collapsed on the floor next to Neville's trunk and sat up against it, trying to catch their breath.
They stopped laughing and Ron looked Harry in the face. His eyes were watery and unfocused; his lips were shining with moisture the way they only did when he'd been drinking. "Hermione kissed me," he told Harry, and watched his face for a reaction. Harry laughed, too drunk and confused to know what else to do, even while he could feel the tightness in his chest.
"Like, really kissed me," Ron went on, "And I think she'd have done more if she'd had the chance." Harry swallowed, trying to get moisture back into this throat. He didn't want to hear this but he couldn't seem to make himself say as much, or move, or anything.
"Harry," Ron started again and Harry looked at him again, sitting so close, every feature softened by the alcohol, "I think you should kiss me too."
Harry tried to force his sluggish mind to think through what Ron had just said, to consider what he was about to do. But instead all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss Ron and that he had just been invited to do so.
Harry pushed himself up onto his knees so that he could face Ron and he leaned over him slightly. He steadied himself with one hand on Ron's shoulder and leaned forward. Ron had closed his eyes, tipped back his head, let his mouth fall open slightly. Harry paused and just looked for a moment. Through the muddled state of his mind, he had some sense of what he was about to do. Of the weight of it, the irreversible nature of it. He could have stopped then, laughed it off, gone to bed. But there was Ron's mouth - wet, open, waiting, and there was Ron's hand coming up around the back of his head.
Harry stopped trying to think. He fell forward into Ron and he kissed him. Ron's mouth felt soft, slick and pliable. And so, so warm. It was easy, simple, to push his lips into Ron's, to open them, slide his tongue against Ron's.
Ron moaned in a low pitch that vibrated against Harry's chest. He liked it. He liked Ron making the noise, he liked feeling it against him. He liked Ron against him. He slid to his side on the floor and pulled Ron down with him, on top of him.
from fred/george drabble.
"hey," he says to fred's back. he reaches out to his shoulder to turn him around. face to face with george, fred realizes how silly he's been. of course george wouldn't ask him. george always just knows. which really, in this situation, may be even worse.
george is looking into his face and fred begins to squirm under the scrutiny. how long before george figures it all out? "shh," george says, to calm him, before leaning in and kissing him.
one kiss, light and soft and quick. a second, slower and heavier. a third and fred opens his lips and it's george, it's just george, so how can it be something he's never felt before? as the tingling heat spreads from fred's lips to his stomach to his knees, george pulls away and studies fred's face again.
"yes, that's what i thought."
from not for him.
Ron would open his eyes, turn and see him. He would look confused at first, but then shift over and make room for him. Harry would slide in beside him and pull Ron, close. Ron wouldn’t look confused anymore. He would understand now. He would put his arms around Harry and it would be warm there, in his arms. He would be all pressed up against Ron, he would have to pull away to look in his face. Ron would kiss him then, softly. And Harry would part his lips, draw Ron’s face closer, and pull his body over on top of his. He would be so warm there, between Ron’s body and the thin mattress. He would slip a hand under Ron’s shirt and feel the bare, hot skin on his back. They would move against each other quietly, so as not to wake the twins. But small sounds would escape them, no doubt, as Ron certainly wasn’t known for being quiet…
from hidden, hermione pov.
She turned in the direction their voices had come from. The hallway had gone oddly silent. With a slow, spreading sense of dread, she inched forward along the hall. She saw them up ahead.
As she had guessed, it was Malfoy who had hit the wall. Harry was a little bigger, a little stronger. He usually won the physical battles, while he was not match for Malfoy's scalding wit. But she would never have constructed in her mind the scene before her. Harry was pressed up against Malfoy. Malfoy's head was turned away from her and Harry's mouth was on his neck. Harry's hands were on his hips, gripping tightly at his robes. As she watched, Malfoy reached up and took Harry's face in his hands. He pushed him away slightly and turned to look at him. Hermione watched them silently staring at each other for seconds that stretched out almost painfully before Malfoy leaned forward and kissed Harry, slowly and softly. It made her heart ache just to see. She hadn't believed either of them capable of something so gentle, so tender.
from all souls' day.
Remus is still looking at the cup where Sirius' fingers aren't, until Sirius reaches up and places his hand at the nape of his neck, turning his Remus' face toward him. Remus' whole body reacts to the touch, his heart beats faster and blood rushes in his ears. Sirius holds him that way for a moment then pulls him down into an awkward hug, bent over, his knee pressing into Sirius' side. Remus shifts, turns in his chair and Sirius pulls them closer together, head tucked into Remus' neck, hands gripping tightly, desperately, to his robes and his hair.
Remus doesn't know whose need this is. Who is comforting and who is being comforted. He thinks maybe it doesn't matter. Sirius's hair is soft on his chin, the lean muscles of his back taut under his fingers. He pulls back, raises his hands and touches Sirius's face. Lowers his head and kisses the lines on Sirius' forehead, the creases at the corners of his eyes, the soft, dry skin at the edge of his lips.
Sirius pulls. Pulls Remus off his chair, to the floor so they're both kneeling and Sirius can kiss him. He answers Remus' gentle touches with a desperate ferocity that leaves them both gasping. Remus clings, digs his fingers into Sirius' shoulder and holds on like he wishes he always had. Sirius keeps pulling, dragging his hands across Remus' back to bring him closer until he overbalances and they half-topple, half-slide to the floor, caught at the last moment only by Remus' hand.
Sirius laughs and Remus can't help but laugh with him. It's a new old sound and Remus wants more of it. But he lets Sirius pull him down and kiss him again and as his hips press into the cold floor he thinks, absurdly, that he's never been down here before - he's been in this house for years, walked on this floor for years but he's never toppled onto it before, never knelt and been kissed by someone on it. His mind moves to other rooms in the house, outside, to the ash tree and the leaves and the sky. "Stay," he murmurs against Sirius' lips and he feels a smile in return.
it was hard to figure out where to start and end these - what constituted part of the kiss and what was something else. kind of an interesting exercise in that way.
prillalar's and dorrie6's and they left me in a warm and fuzzy place.from blue.
They were stumbling around and laughing and neither made it successfully across the room to his bed. Instead they collapsed on the floor next to Neville's trunk and sat up against it, trying to catch their breath.
They stopped laughing and Ron looked Harry in the face. His eyes were watery and unfocused; his lips were shining with moisture the way they only did when he'd been drinking. "Hermione kissed me," he told Harry, and watched his face for a reaction. Harry laughed, too drunk and confused to know what else to do, even while he could feel the tightness in his chest.
"Like, really kissed me," Ron went on, "And I think she'd have done more if she'd had the chance." Harry swallowed, trying to get moisture back into this throat. He didn't want to hear this but he couldn't seem to make himself say as much, or move, or anything.
"Harry," Ron started again and Harry looked at him again, sitting so close, every feature softened by the alcohol, "I think you should kiss me too."
Harry tried to force his sluggish mind to think through what Ron had just said, to consider what he was about to do. But instead all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss Ron and that he had just been invited to do so.
Harry pushed himself up onto his knees so that he could face Ron and he leaned over him slightly. He steadied himself with one hand on Ron's shoulder and leaned forward. Ron had closed his eyes, tipped back his head, let his mouth fall open slightly. Harry paused and just looked for a moment. Through the muddled state of his mind, he had some sense of what he was about to do. Of the weight of it, the irreversible nature of it. He could have stopped then, laughed it off, gone to bed. But there was Ron's mouth - wet, open, waiting, and there was Ron's hand coming up around the back of his head.
Harry stopped trying to think. He fell forward into Ron and he kissed him. Ron's mouth felt soft, slick and pliable. And so, so warm. It was easy, simple, to push his lips into Ron's, to open them, slide his tongue against Ron's.
Ron moaned in a low pitch that vibrated against Harry's chest. He liked it. He liked Ron making the noise, he liked feeling it against him. He liked Ron against him. He slid to his side on the floor and pulled Ron down with him, on top of him.
from fred/george drabble.
"hey," he says to fred's back. he reaches out to his shoulder to turn him around. face to face with george, fred realizes how silly he's been. of course george wouldn't ask him. george always just knows. which really, in this situation, may be even worse.
george is looking into his face and fred begins to squirm under the scrutiny. how long before george figures it all out? "shh," george says, to calm him, before leaning in and kissing him.
one kiss, light and soft and quick. a second, slower and heavier. a third and fred opens his lips and it's george, it's just george, so how can it be something he's never felt before? as the tingling heat spreads from fred's lips to his stomach to his knees, george pulls away and studies fred's face again.
"yes, that's what i thought."
from not for him.
Ron would open his eyes, turn and see him. He would look confused at first, but then shift over and make room for him. Harry would slide in beside him and pull Ron, close. Ron wouldn’t look confused anymore. He would understand now. He would put his arms around Harry and it would be warm there, in his arms. He would be all pressed up against Ron, he would have to pull away to look in his face. Ron would kiss him then, softly. And Harry would part his lips, draw Ron’s face closer, and pull his body over on top of his. He would be so warm there, between Ron’s body and the thin mattress. He would slip a hand under Ron’s shirt and feel the bare, hot skin on his back. They would move against each other quietly, so as not to wake the twins. But small sounds would escape them, no doubt, as Ron certainly wasn’t known for being quiet…
from hidden, hermione pov.
She turned in the direction their voices had come from. The hallway had gone oddly silent. With a slow, spreading sense of dread, she inched forward along the hall. She saw them up ahead.
As she had guessed, it was Malfoy who had hit the wall. Harry was a little bigger, a little stronger. He usually won the physical battles, while he was not match for Malfoy's scalding wit. But she would never have constructed in her mind the scene before her. Harry was pressed up against Malfoy. Malfoy's head was turned away from her and Harry's mouth was on his neck. Harry's hands were on his hips, gripping tightly at his robes. As she watched, Malfoy reached up and took Harry's face in his hands. He pushed him away slightly and turned to look at him. Hermione watched them silently staring at each other for seconds that stretched out almost painfully before Malfoy leaned forward and kissed Harry, slowly and softly. It made her heart ache just to see. She hadn't believed either of them capable of something so gentle, so tender.
from all souls' day.
Remus is still looking at the cup where Sirius' fingers aren't, until Sirius reaches up and places his hand at the nape of his neck, turning his Remus' face toward him. Remus' whole body reacts to the touch, his heart beats faster and blood rushes in his ears. Sirius holds him that way for a moment then pulls him down into an awkward hug, bent over, his knee pressing into Sirius' side. Remus shifts, turns in his chair and Sirius pulls them closer together, head tucked into Remus' neck, hands gripping tightly, desperately, to his robes and his hair.
Remus doesn't know whose need this is. Who is comforting and who is being comforted. He thinks maybe it doesn't matter. Sirius's hair is soft on his chin, the lean muscles of his back taut under his fingers. He pulls back, raises his hands and touches Sirius's face. Lowers his head and kisses the lines on Sirius' forehead, the creases at the corners of his eyes, the soft, dry skin at the edge of his lips.
Sirius pulls. Pulls Remus off his chair, to the floor so they're both kneeling and Sirius can kiss him. He answers Remus' gentle touches with a desperate ferocity that leaves them both gasping. Remus clings, digs his fingers into Sirius' shoulder and holds on like he wishes he always had. Sirius keeps pulling, dragging his hands across Remus' back to bring him closer until he overbalances and they half-topple, half-slide to the floor, caught at the last moment only by Remus' hand.
Sirius laughs and Remus can't help but laugh with him. It's a new old sound and Remus wants more of it. But he lets Sirius pull him down and kiss him again and as his hips press into the cold floor he thinks, absurdly, that he's never been down here before - he's been in this house for years, walked on this floor for years but he's never toppled onto it before, never knelt and been kissed by someone on it. His mind moves to other rooms in the house, outside, to the ash tree and the leaves and the sky. "Stay," he murmurs against Sirius' lips and he feels a smile in return.
it was hard to figure out where to start and end these - what constituted part of the kiss and what was something else. kind of an interesting exercise in that way.
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Date: 2004-02-25 02:13 pm (UTC)::dies of the happy kissies::
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Date: 2004-02-25 02:21 pm (UTC)You just melted my heart into a small puddle. I need to read the rest of the first Harry/Ron one now... and I want more twincest. Did I just say that? Eek!
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