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

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*grin* Yup, they're both so shattered on the inside I think. I totally just want to hug them both, poor kittens.

And whoot! Jesse/Clayton fireworks. Again, not a pairing I'd considered, but it was apparently good for the muse lol

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A cacophony of shouts and curses filled the air from somewhere out on Main Street, and Clayton shook his head. Just another peaceful day in Rock Valley. He spared a moment’s pity for whichever poor soul had drawn the ire of that many inebriated miners. At least it wasn’t him this time.

He pulled out his pocket watch to check the time and sighed, trying to find a comfortable position on his box against the back wall of Dr. Franklin’s abode. Layla was having another examination, and he’d been shoved out the door to the alley without so much as a ‘by your leave.’ He checked the watch again and scowled; how long were they going to take anyway?

The shouting increased in volume, and then suddenly a petite form sprinted around the corner of the building, all but barreling over him in her haste to reach the back door.

“It’s locked, dear.” At his words, little Jesse spun around, what looked suspiciously like fear in her eyes. She studied him for a brief moment then glanced back to where the shouts had increased in volume yet again.

“Hide me. Please.”

Her plea surprised him, but he had experience in this sort of thing, after all. He stood quickly and after a glance realized there was nothing in the alley that might hide the young gunslinger. Nothing except… perhaps… He nodded to himself, and reaching over, stripped Jess of her late brother’s rather recognizable jacket and hat and shoved both behind the crate he’d been sitting on.

Then, just before the angry crowd of miners rounded the corner, and certainly before his mind could talk him out of it, he pressed Jesse back against the wall and leaned into her for a blistering kiss.

He’d counted on the shock to force an honest reaction out of the prickly little thing, and he was not disappointed. After a beat of shocked stillness, she’d wrapped her arms tight around him and kissed back. Which, as he’d hoped, err… planned, allowed him to maneuver himself even closer. All the better to hide her tiny form between the wall and his body, of course.

The miners went storming past them both; Clayton’s dubious reputation as a womanizer guaranteeing that nary an eyebrow was raised at the sight of the gambler carrying on with a woman in broad daylight. And who would ever have guessed it was the youngest Franklin girl in his arms?

The sound of her pursuit faded in the distance, and Clayton finally pulled back, rather more reluctantly than he’d expected. Jesse was apparently a fiery little thing under all that dirt and bad attitude. His ego was pleased to note that it took her a moment to gather herself after his skillful attentions, but then, alas her mind and dignity re-asserted themselves.

“You! How… Uh!” Without much in the way of warning, Jesse slammed a fist into his gut, leaving him gasping in surprised pain. “Of all the no-account, good for nothing, snakes! Taking advantage that way. Oh, I ought to shoot you and be done with it.”

She retrieved her jacket and hat, and then after one last scorching glare, she stalked off, leaving Clayton still bent over in pain.

“You’re… welcome,” he wheezed.