The July challenge begins!

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from For the Year of the Insane

Word for word, I stumble.
A beginner, I feel your mouth touch mine.








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[alie]

Your hand touches mine, casually, as you speak of inanities, trivialities. My breath stops, involuntarily, and I must needs will myself to continue breathing. This simple activity, all but halted by your discreet touch. Inhalation, exhalation, breathing deep from the belly, an attempt to quell the rising tide of … what? Anxiety? Anticipation? Warning? Hope?

My breath shudders again and stops as you turn to me, your tongue slowly nipping out of your mouth to caress your lips. I find myself breathing again, shallowly, but breathing in your warm air as you turn towards me, and then dip your head and lean inwards. I close my eyes, yearning for your glorious ripe strawberry of a mouth. And there! Your lips against mine are as balmy and welcoming as an ocean breeze.

[saekhwa]

*_* This is very nice. Thanks so much for sharing! :D

Fandom: Saiyuki, Pairing: Koumyou/Ukoku

[rroselavy]

It came about suddenly, the culmination of steadily growing closer and closer to Ukoku until it felt as if the air around him could no longer support his breath. He was asphyxiating, slowly. Conversations were land mine-studded meadows of words wrested and contorted into arcane arguments and brilliant philosophies. They were exhilarating and exhausting at the same time, forcing Koumyou not only to stare appraisingly at his own reflection, but also to plumb the depths of Ukoku’s psyche. The darkness -- the void -- drew him into it and enfolded itself around him.

He wasn’t afraid of his future anymore. But words failed him, and his heart fluttered in his chest immune to all reason. And there were many -- countless -- reasons why he should have steeled himself from the ripe temptation laid out before him. But he was only a man after all, not a god, and he’d never been a good priest as it was. Headstrong and prone to fanciful adventure; he knew he stood as a beacon light in the depths of Ukoku’s despair, could feel his desire echoed and matched in every movement and syllable.

When the silence overtook their conversation and their sake cups had been emptied, Koumyou leaned unsteadily forward. His action was mirrored by Ukoku, until their lips met.

FF7, Tifa/Aerith

[eggcrack]

"I've never been kissed."

If Tifa were to say that aloud, it would be a simple statement. Kissing simply isn't something she's had an opportunity to do, not in Nibelheim or anywhere else. Others would be surprised, if they cared that much, but they'd get over it.

"Would you want to change that?"

Except for Aerith, maybe. Tifa could imagine the other woman slinking close to her, like the very image of a cartoon seductress, and only when her breath was mingling with Tifa's own would Tifa realize that the ongoing seduction was a very real one.

"Maybe," Tifa would reply, as if she wasn't sure. But she would reach out for Aerith's face, bring her hand as close as she could without touching, and Aerith would close her eyes. They would never be sure which one would kiss the other first, but Tifa liked to think that it would be her.

It would never happen of course. They had a world to save and things more important than kissing to think about, and Tifa wouldn't bring anything like that up unless she was asked about it. But she liked thinking up different scenarios, sometimes with Cloud or Barret but most of all with Aerith, who was exciting and different. Aerith who loved adventure and new things and who talked about wanting to experience everything that the world had to offer, and every now and then her voice got soft and once she told Tifa that she'd love to do all that with a friend. Tifa had assumed that Aerith meant Cloud, and maybe she did. But she knew the look in Aerith's eyes had been meant for her.

Years had passed since Nibelheim's burning and Tifa still missed home, but she wanted to see what the world had to give too, and have a friend with her when she did that. No one had ever asked if she had ever been kissed, but maybe she would bring that up on her own, and see what happened.

Remember As I Tell It (X-Men: First Class, Alex/Darwin, NC-17)

[saekhwa]

Remember As I Tell It (1514 words) by lady_krysis
Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)
Rating: Explicit
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alex/Armando
Characters: Alex Summers (Havok), Armando Muñoz (Darwin), Raven Darkholme (Mystique), Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Sean Cassidy (Banshee)
Summary: In the middle of Alex's back, he writes murderer, stretching the word to Alex's ribs, each curl of the letters making Alex shiver and skew the text.