Post by Moony on Apr 21, 2011 10:09:52 GMT 10
Title: Kiss
Rating:PG
Word Count: 299
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary:A first kiss that neither sees coming.
The ninth in a series of Firsts (Started in R1).
The first time they kissed, neither of them had planned on it (or so Mattes would swear). It had been a long night. And it was raining. And they were, well, just a little drunk. Afterwards, Mattes would walk away and it wouldn’t even be until the next morning that Clary thought to slap him.
As always after a hard shift, they had gone to the pub. There had been laughter, and jokes and more than appropriate amount of flirting (once again, as always). And then, as always, Mattes had walked her back to her house. In the pouring rain, though, she pulled him under the small overhang of the door, giggling as he collided with her.
He laughed as he put his hands on her hips, an act which caused her to shiver in a way she could all too easily blame on the cold.
He leaned down, chuckling in her ear again hoping to get the same response. “Oh, little Clary likes the proximity, does she?” He pulled her a little closer, grinning wider as placed her hand on his chest and gave the little shake again.
“Very funny, Mattes.” She looked up at him, meeting his dark eyes with her own. Something inside of her shifted comfortably in the split second between when she realized how damned attractive he was and when he kissed her.
He leaned back, chuckling at her laden eyes and dumbstruck smile. He whispered something into her ear. Something in Hurdik with a ridiculous number of R’s and an even more ridiculous seductive tone. He left her then, as she stood dumb founded on her step and he walked through the now warm feeling rain.
“Until next time, indeed,” he mumbled again, this time only to himself and a lonely dust spinner.
QC by: journeycat
Rating:PG
Word Count: 299
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary:A first kiss that neither sees coming.
The ninth in a series of Firsts (Started in R1).
The first time they kissed, neither of them had planned on it (or so Mattes would swear). It had been a long night. And it was raining. And they were, well, just a little drunk. Afterwards, Mattes would walk away and it wouldn’t even be until the next morning that Clary thought to slap him.
As always after a hard shift, they had gone to the pub. There had been laughter, and jokes and more than appropriate amount of flirting (once again, as always). And then, as always, Mattes had walked her back to her house. In the pouring rain, though, she pulled him under the small overhang of the door, giggling as he collided with her.
He laughed as he put his hands on her hips, an act which caused her to shiver in a way she could all too easily blame on the cold.
He leaned down, chuckling in her ear again hoping to get the same response. “Oh, little Clary likes the proximity, does she?” He pulled her a little closer, grinning wider as placed her hand on his chest and gave the little shake again.
“Very funny, Mattes.” She looked up at him, meeting his dark eyes with her own. Something inside of her shifted comfortably in the split second between when she realized how damned attractive he was and when he kissed her.
He leaned back, chuckling at her laden eyes and dumbstruck smile. He whispered something into her ear. Something in Hurdik with a ridiculous number of R’s and an even more ridiculous seductive tone. He left her then, as she stood dumb founded on her step and he walked through the now warm feeling rain.
“Until next time, indeed,” he mumbled again, this time only to himself and a lonely dust spinner.
QC by: journeycat