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Give me a character of yours and a character of mine and I’ll (do my best to) tell you about one time they kiss.

Date: 2012-10-03 04:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missbossyboots.insanejournal.com
Jack and Jordana!

Date: 2012-10-04 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com
I'm trying to think of circumstances when he wouldn't get slapped or told off. LOL! Let's go with mistletoe hung in one of the downstairs lounges, and something dramatic and flashy with a big dip and smoochy noises but no tongue? XD

Date: 2012-10-04 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missbossyboots.insanejournal.com
This is why Jordana will be forever alone. :(

Date: 2012-10-04 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com
Herp derp, I think this was supposed to be a drabble and I didn't get it. >.<

"Merry Christmas, Jordie," Jack said by way of warning, as he waggled his eyebrows and reached out to grab her. It was already too late by the time he even finished speaking though, and Jack grinned as he swept her back in a dramatic dip, low beneath the mistletoe. He kissed her despite the squirm she gave, hummed loudly to mask any noises of protest she might make, and finally righted them both, dodging quickly out of arms' reach to avoid any smacks that might be coming his way. "See you for New Year's?"

Date: 2012-10-04 02:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missbossyboots.insanejournal.com
omgosh I love it. ♥

ngl, she would probably blush tomato red rather than slap him.

Date: 2012-10-03 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chthonian.insanejournal.com
and for the hell of it, since they're teammates: jack/mette

Date: 2012-10-04 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com
"I love you, I love you, I love you," Jacob whispered, catching up to her in the hall and wrapping his arms around Prue's waist as she carried plates to the kitchen with a tight jaw and white fingertips. He buried his face in her neck, kissing the spot behind her ear while his mother began scraping plates into the garbage a minute or two ahead of them, continuing on about Sarah Goldstein being single again due to a recent divorce.

"Say it more."

"I love you more."

It was still cold for March and the damp drizzle seemed to make it seep more quickly through coats and scarves. Owen had stayed back to watch over them, conspicuous due to his size, a clear head taller than most of the small crowd that had gathered in the rain around the open grave, and scattered now, leaving a lone umbrella and a familiar face beneath it, staring at him with tired eyes.

Owen didn't say anything; she knew she had his condolences. He did only the thing he had wanted an excuse to do for years, despite loathing the circumstances. It was as close to loving her he would ever come, a gentle press of his lips to her cheek for the loss of her brother couldn't be seen as sinful even in the eyes of their maker. This would have to last him all her life, and so he lingered an extra second, long enough to feel the wind blow a gust of rain and a bit of her hair against his face. "I should go," he said. It meant so many things, but foremost in the moment Penemue needed separation from his temptation.

He could fix anything wrong with her body, but there was nothing he could do to heal her heart.

"I'm not that drunk," he protested. "I've had one drink, and even then wouldn't you still be able to tell if I was lying? I meant it, you can tell I meant it."

She made a noise that was something like a laugh and something like a sigh, looking away from him, but Jack took a step closer until he was right in front of her.

"Look at me. C'mon. Watch me say it again." Her head stayed firmly turned toward the bar and so Jack pinched her arm, causing a yelp along with the intended consequence of having her attention, and impulsively he kissed her. She was kissing back, it wasn't unwelcome, and so he kept it up a moment longer. "See?" he asked, and Mette looked him in the eye and nodded.

Date: 2012-10-03 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] springsteens.insanejournal.com
harlow & damien!

Date: 2012-11-27 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com

"All in one piece," Harlow declared, though she did grasp his offered hand with her own gloved one, balancing herself before trying to climb back to her feet. Butchart was beautiful at Christmas, with all of the lights and the displays, but ice skating had clearly been an impulsive idea.

"Steady," said Damien, taking her other hand too until she was wobbling on her blades. "Alright now?"

Harlow nodded. "Not my best suggestion for something to do," she admitted sheepishly, before pulling back her left glove to inspect the heel of her hand, which throbbed a little.

Damien held her arm straight in front of him, and a series of vacant blinks later he proclaimed "Not broken."

"Handy in a crisis," she laughed, sending a puff of white air into the space between them. He moved his wrist around, relaxed and stretched, rotated and twisted.

"Can you do that?"

Gingerly she mimicked him, but the pain was skin deep at most. "It's fine," she insisted. "Bruised a bit, much like my pride."

Damien bent his head and lifted her arm, placing a swift kiss to her palm and tugging down the glove again. "Carry on, or get a coffee, then?"

"Coffee." Harlow's response was definite, having avoided injury narrowly enough to give up the pretense that training had prepared her for any sort of winter sport. "Don't tell anyone I'm a Canadian who can't skate, they'll try to keep me in Australia."

Date: 2012-10-03 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millefeuilles.insanejournal.com
jack and richie!
jack and lottie?

i need more plot with you nell, this is worrisome

Date: 2012-11-27 03:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com

"Do video, we can screencap video if we need to," Jack said, and Mette shook her head as she laughed, tapping the screen of her phone until the camera was ready to film.

"Richie, I told him not to," she said as the camera trained on Jack, sitting on the edge of Richie's cot.

"Yeah, and then you giggled, and agreed to take a photo, so don't front," Jack recounted with raised brows before turning his stare at the lens. "Richie, sorry not sorry!"

And with that, he turned around and planted a kiss, directly on the sleeping boy's mouth.

More plot, more! IDK if Lottie still likes Jack at all given that he was short over the chips, maybe they can refriend at the end of the world party Marine's throwing? Assuming it happens long enough down the way for you to be checking back in.

Date: 2012-10-03 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ganguly.insanejournal.com
Terence/Lillian. I had to.

Date: 2012-10-04 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com
It was less than a minute now, and Terence's eyes were quick to take in the room while he slipped his hand into hers and gave a little tug towards the hall before slipping away. In the way of all good clandestine affairs he left the door of the closet cracked, peering out for any sign that Leo might have seen him duck out. He saw Red instead, glancing over her shoulder and leaving her empty champagne glass on a table runner before she looked around and he had to open the door just a bit wider.

Ten, nine,

"Ass," she chided, though she slipped in and closed the door behind herself. eight, seven, six,

"I fuck sisters and former fiancees," five, four, "and I don't want him" three "to find out like this" two, "and kill me at a party." one "Happy New Year," Terence whispered, pulling her in for a kiss before she could offer a proper protest.

Date: 2012-10-03 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helloworld.insanejournal.com
We only play same-sex friendships with heterosexual people, I think...

Date: 2012-10-03 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helloworld.insanejournal.com
OH WAIT, there was Wes/Cy? But that's still weird. The other two I can think of are Jack/Ethan and Harlow/Nawal, ALSO WEIRD.

Date: 2012-10-04 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com
Original Elder Young and Penemue; also weird. We kind of fail at writing ships. I'll come up with SOMETHING.

Date: 2012-10-04 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akaalien.insanejournal.com
Are you ready for this? ARE YOU READY?

Pat/Al. Yeah, I went there.

Date: 2012-10-04 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com
PAT?! It's been so long that you forgot her name. That is depressing.

But 10-1, there is a nice reunion party where they're good and drunk and Eddie suggests that they should kiss because - Eddie, and hey why not, that's funny, I missed you, best friend on the run!

Date: 2012-10-04 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akaalien.insanejournal.com
OI! I swear Al called her Pat...unless I am insane. Very possible.


Date: 2012-10-04 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igpayatinlay.insanejournal.com
You're insane, everyone called her Pet.

Date: 2012-10-04 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wehavetogoback.insanejournal.com
Jack & Daisy
Harlow & Max


Date: 2012-10-04 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] omystarling.insanejournal.com

Date: 2012-10-05 10:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] corsair.insanejournal.com
harlow & erik
jack & allegra even though that kind of weirds me out.
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