I was taking a small study break and goofing off when this idea came to me. The prompt was Candyfloss from LaPaige's One Hundred and One prompts which is a really cool thing. Go check it out. And one more thing, this is my first ever Smitchie, dont know why I wrote it though. Mis-firing of brain neurons perhaps. And also sorry for the length. :)
Dont own CR.
Candyfloss.
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The first time he kisses her, it's an experimental and tentative kiss and he goes away with the feeling of tasting the slightest hint of candy floss and wanting more but not being able have more because it's the first time they've kissed and he doesn't want to come off as being too needy.
So all he does is touch her lips so briefly that it almost feels like the kiss never happened. But when he looks at the faint blush blooming on her cheeks and her slight glassiness of her eyes and the way her breath hitches and falls, he knows for a fact that it's happened.
However small, however brief, it's happened.
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The second time he kisses her, there's a lot of pent-up feeling behind it. And he puts it all of it into the kiss. He wonders if the intensity of it scares her but he's so far gone that he can't make any coherent assumptions. He can feel the candy floss in all of it's sugary sweetness dancing upon his lips and tongue and it feels so good.
So when he finally breaks off, he's unable to look her in the eyes. And when he finally does he sees that her eyes mirror his. He can feel his heart bursting with joy because, simply because she doesn't loathe him.
Her eyes mirror his. And his are shining fully with the force of newly realized feelings.
He doesn't know if she loves him but he does know that she doesn't hate him because the eyes don't lie.
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The third time they kiss it's under a sky filled with foreboding and dark clouds. The thunder is loud and angry and the lightning streaks through the sky, illuminating the dark clouds.
The expression in her eyes is unreadable as he slams his lips onto hers. And she responds with equal force. It's like a battle of wills, who will hurt the other more. Except both of them are winning because it's possible to hurt a person just as much as they are hurting you.
Finally he can't take it anymore and he breaks away. Is this what they've been reduced to, angry kisses under a stormy sky that mirrors their eyes?
And is it fucked-up that he can still taste the candy floss underneath it all?
And when the rain starts falling, he's thankful for it because he cannot distinguish the tears on her face from the rain falling on her face.
Nor can he see the disappointment or feel the shame that's sure to come later on in overwhelming waves.
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The last time they kiss, she tastes of candy floss and alcohol, so bitter and sweet at the same time. And he knows without a doubt it's his entire fault. It's his fault that they've been reduced to perfunctory kisses and mundane lip-locks.
It's his fault that what he thought was love wasn't really love. It was an emotion so strong that it was incomprehensible. But it wasn't love. Because love can move mountains and conquer everything and here they are not even able to conquer the pressure and the glare of the media.
He kisses her softly once last time. Hoping to take way only the candy floss and leave everything else behind.
He doesn't know if he can take away the taste with him but he surely knows that its goodbye.
Yeah...it's based very loosely on candyfloss. Anyways I hope it didn't violate any rules and please do review. :)