Sunday, December 20, 2009
Warning: Extreme awkwardness ahead.
In lieu of kissing blog day here is my attempt at a not so romantic kissing scene.
After their initial meeting, Kate remained undecided about whether she wanted to return Oliver’s affections. He spent a whole month carrying supplies to her house, helping her father mend fences, and giving her thousands of compliments every day. In the end, it took him standing up to a much larger man who wanted to walk her home. Of course he had received a broken nose for his efforts, but Kate finally relented and gave Oliver permission to court her.
For a month they just walked beside one another holding hands. Six months later, she allowed him to give her a peck on the cheek. Then the day came. She took his hand in hers and stared deep into his eyes. “It’s time Oliver.”
“Time for what?”
“You may kiss me now.”
Oliver swallowed hard and stared at her with wide eyes. It was one thing to let a kiss happen, quite another to be told to do it, especially since he had never kissed a girl in his life. She closed her eyes and sat still, waiting for him to bend forward and meet her sweet full lips with his. He took a deep breath, puckered up, and closed his eyes. He leaned in and almost missed her completely. Instead of landing on her lips, he grazed her right cheek. After opening his eyes to get his bearings, he slid his mouth to the left and just barely touched his lips to hers. When he tried to draw away, she pulled him closer, extending the kiss. She probed his mouth with her tongue, causing saliva to drip down onto his chin. He found it difficult to breath, but didn’t dare back away until she did.
After the kiss, she insisted on a proposal with a date to be set after he was made a Defender.
It's still rough, but nevertheless there it is.
Happy Kissing Day.