Make Out Meme!

[hiddencait]

Not that I needed yet another meme to distract me, but after urbancate and morrigans_eve  posted these, I felt like playing too. So there!

Anyway, here's the rules:

Pick a pairing from my fandom(s), (included movies, TV, FakeTV shows, .. yall know what I write by now lol) and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words   (OK clearly these are ending up longer than the meme required.. oops?) about the kiss that happened in that context.

Seriously kids, it's just that easy. Heck you can even give me more than one pairing if you wish! Just cuz I'm nice that way! lol

Comments

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Ooh!, Kyra/Reaper!Vaako, warm rain

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

It was a beautiful world, Furya, wild and untamed and brimming with life. It didn’t surprise her that the Necros had tried to destroy it, even without the motivation of the creepy prophecy.

Riddick was home. He felt at home, too, though Kyra doubted he’d admit it. He was too busy posturing at the lovely and fierce Furyan priestess to do anything as “weak” as admit to having introspective moments. Dumbass. That posturing was the reason he was currently within walls, and would likely stay there for quite some time.

Kyra was pretty fucking thrilled about that, actually. Since the whole “Oops I’m dead” thing, he’d been all but hovering, and it was starting to make her skin crawl.

That was only part of the reason she’d escaped out to this balcony, though. Even months past Crematoria, the sky was something to be savored no matter what the weather. Whether sunlight bright enough to make Riddick wince or violent storm clouds or a soft gentle rain like the one currently falling on her skin, Kyra craved those moments of freedom.

The sound of the rain would have been enough to hide the sound of footsteps from anyone but her. She glanced over to see Vaako come to a halt beside her and tilt his face up to the rain, his eyes falling closed and a sigh escaping his lips.

“It used to rain like this back home.”

She didn’t plan to move, but as his words faded, she found herself facing him, just close enough to feel the heat of his skin near her’s. He opened his eyes and Kyra felt something in her begin to ache at the painfully lost expression on his face, one that echoed the words he’d spoken. That John had spoken, she guessed, and for a moment she allowed herself to feel like Jack again, like caring for someone else might not always hurt her.

Then she set her hands on her shoulders and lifted up to her toes to brush her lips against his. The kiss was chaste, almost softer than the rain.

Kyra still felt that she might drown in him.

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

This was beautiful. I love that he makes her feel like Jack for a few moments. Just lovely!

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much my dear!

And I think that's part of what I like about the pairing. They've both got older personas they've buried really REALLY deep, but it doesn't mean that side of them is gone. Whenever I actually get around to writing the whole thing, it'll be interesting to see if I can bring those sides to the surface.