Post by jazzyjess on Feb 17, 2010 15:28:04 GMT 10
Title: A Different Kind of Kiss
Rating: PG
Length: 297
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: She probably should have done it before.
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It wasn’t that Kel had never been kissed by the opposite sex before. Of course she had.
First there was her father, kissing her forehead after tucking her in at bedtime. Then there was her brother Conal, kissing her cheek on the day her family departed for the Yamani Islands – never mind that she had wrenched out of his grasp, kicked him hard on the shin, and ran to hide behind her mother’s skirts. There had been the guardsmen of the palace temple in the Islands who had knelt and kissed the hands of Kel and her mother when they had kept the sacred swords of law and duty from looting by pirates.
There were the kisses of girlhood dreams in her imagination alone, and there were the kisses Cleon gave her in secret while she was a squire. There was the kiss of long-sought approval from Lord Wyldon when she was still a green knight, and she had kissed and been kissed by Dom of Masbolle a hundred times in the six long years of the Scanran War.
So it wasn’t that she had never been kissed. But there was something different about being kissed by this knight.
Raoul the Giantkiller was surprisingly gentle for his size, and surprisingly slow for his passion. Unlike the eager hands of boys and young men with whom she had been involved romantically in the past, Raoul’s hands stroked her shoulders and back but never strayed past the boundaries propriety set. This wasn’ the kiss of a hesitant boy-man on the brink between adolescence and experience, but rather that of a real man, all hard muscle and confidence and fire.
If she’d known then how it felt to be kissed like this, Kel thought she’d have tried it long ago.
Rating: PG
Length: 297
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: She probably should have done it before.
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It wasn’t that Kel had never been kissed by the opposite sex before. Of course she had.
First there was her father, kissing her forehead after tucking her in at bedtime. Then there was her brother Conal, kissing her cheek on the day her family departed for the Yamani Islands – never mind that she had wrenched out of his grasp, kicked him hard on the shin, and ran to hide behind her mother’s skirts. There had been the guardsmen of the palace temple in the Islands who had knelt and kissed the hands of Kel and her mother when they had kept the sacred swords of law and duty from looting by pirates.
There were the kisses of girlhood dreams in her imagination alone, and there were the kisses Cleon gave her in secret while she was a squire. There was the kiss of long-sought approval from Lord Wyldon when she was still a green knight, and she had kissed and been kissed by Dom of Masbolle a hundred times in the six long years of the Scanran War.
So it wasn’t that she had never been kissed. But there was something different about being kissed by this knight.
Raoul the Giantkiller was surprisingly gentle for his size, and surprisingly slow for his passion. Unlike the eager hands of boys and young men with whom she had been involved romantically in the past, Raoul’s hands stroked her shoulders and back but never strayed past the boundaries propriety set. This wasn’ the kiss of a hesitant boy-man on the brink between adolescence and experience, but rather that of a real man, all hard muscle and confidence and fire.
If she’d known then how it felt to be kissed like this, Kel thought she’d have tried it long ago.
Ahhh this may be my favorite piece yet. It's just full of pretty, and I love all the ways she's been kissed, fatherly and sweetly and passionately.
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!