Now I have never written a romantic or kissing scene in my entire life. So I thought that now is a good time to try my hand at one. After all, an element of romance can fit into any genre. So I thought about it overnight. My main fear was, it will definitely sound cheesy… eeeeeek! A thousand questions went through my mind. What would I write about? What characters would I use? These two characters popped into my mind. They don't belong to any specific story. This is how I'd imagine a kissing scene MIGHT play out in one of my yet-to-be-written suspense stories… or who knows, maybe a yet-to-be-considered romance story…
My fictional piece weighs in at about 153 words. Enjoy.
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Her hands at her sides.
She didn't flinch.
Didn't move a muscle.
He had never known that lips could taste so… fresh? Was that the word? Yes, fresh. Heck, he had never been aware that lips could have a distinct flavour. Conscious thought during a kiss? Ha, it was the furthest thing from his normal state of mindlessness.
Cherry flavoured lips, alive and pulsating with fresh ripeness which conjured an orchard overflowing in abundance, juicy cherries hanging from every branch.
He had never thought about lips as something living, something seperate, something with a distinct identity…
Her sharp intake of breath and the atmosphere changed.
"So, was it up to your standards? Not too disappointed, I hope?" Her unexpected comment penetrated the mental fog which shrouded the remaining fragments of a receding cherry orchard.
A momentary confusion descended… like an unwanted third party…
"Standards?" He offered lamely. Say something moron, instead of stammering…
Something was wrong? No, dammit, something was right…?
He trailed a finger down the side of her cheek, started to say something, then stopped.
She turned on her heel. A tiny smile flickered at the corner of her mouth.
Staring into the distance, he gazed at the last vestiges of fading cherry blossoms.
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So what do you think?