A/n: So... This is just a collection of drabbles that I couldn't ignore. They don't really form any kind of story and are not in any kind of chronological order. Chapter 2 is kind of a prelude to chapter 1, but it just felt right to have this part as an opener. All chapters are written in different styles, because I wanted to try something new. I hope it works! I am truly for the appalling punctuation; I just wanted it to read in the same way it appeared in my head and fell onto the page. Hopefully some of you will be on my wavelength and it will make sense, if not I apologise profusely. Anyway, please enjoy it, all feedback is both welcome and appreciated.

What is a kiss? The dictionary definition is: 'to kiss someone is to touch with the lips, as a greeting, as a sign of love or respect.' But this was so much more than that. Years of hidden feelings were being revealed. Months of sneaking glances and longing looks were being recognized. Playful flirting and suggestive compliments were being laid out on the table, no longer cryptic and mysterious, just tender and plain honest.

Addison was finally feeling again, experiencing emotions she hadn't felt in what felt like forever. In all honesty she had forgotten she could feel this way. Her whole body tingled at his slightest touch. She clung on to him, grateful for his towering frame. Without it she felt she would fall. In truth she had fallen. Not in the physical sense, but emotionally she had fallen as soon as his lips met hers. For a long time she had been fooling herself that Mark loved her. She'd tried pulling herself together, telling herself that it was all in her head. But when his eyes left hers and dropped to her lips, she knew he was going to kiss her. Before he'd closed his eyes and his hand had found its way to the nape of her neck, she knew she was about to fall. It was a huge leap of faith into the darkness, and she prayed silently that he'd catch her.

Mark was feeling things he'd never felt before. There were emotions coursing through his body that he couldn't put a name to, it was so much more than pleasure and passion. The love he was feeling in that moment overwhelmed him, he'd never experienced anything close to it. He doubted anyone had ever felt this much in love with somebody, especially not someone they were forbidden to love. His hands roamed all over her body, taking the time to feel every inch of her and pull her in closer. His fingertips caressed every patch of exposed skin as if it were finest silk. Her hands, her arms, her neck, no part of her went untouched. He ran his hands through her hair and drew her even further into their embrace. Even though they were pressed tightly against each other it wasn't enough, he needed to feel more of her.

He hated to break apart, thinking that he might never kiss her again and despite the intense heat radiating throughout his body, a cold fear was nagging at him. She was responding to his advances, but he was terrified of how she was going to react. As their lips broke away Addison sighed and he silently hoped this was a sign that she was missing the contact already. Their chests were heaving, both gasping for breath. A seductive smile spread across her mouth and his fear melted. Neither one of them spoke, but they shared a mutual understanding that, in spite of being so wrong, it felt so so right.

Addison's eyes searched his for some kind of reassurance, a sign that he wanted to kiss her again. He leaned down and placed his lips against her neck, below her ear. A small moan of satisfaction escaped from her lips, and Mark took this as a signal to continue. His nose nuzzled into her jaw line, planting incredibly delicate kisses across her neck from one ear to the other, before returning to her lips.

The next thing he knew, her hands were tugging at his belt buckle and she was pulling him towards the staircase. Butterflies flurried in his chest, the gentle flutters turning into full on pounding to match his racing heartbeat. The quivering sensation that had been rushing around his body centred around his very core. He now realised that the emptiness he had been feeling for so long had become a hunger only Addison could feed. A thirst only Addison could quench. An ache only Addison could ease. Only Addison. It was only ever Addison.