May 16, 2012
Summary: 23 times that Alfred and Arthur kiss, the ones that are closest to their hearts, spanning over the years that they've been together.
23 Kisses
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1. Their first.
It started out as nothing but a simple chat, a normal day out between the two of them. Alfred drove him home, parked outside his house, and somehow, Arthur didn't immediately open the door to leave. They sat, looking at each other with an unsaid, unknown understanding. Stuttering, Arthur snapped his eyes away and was about to pull the door handle when Alfred reached over and smiled softly at him. He leaned in, lips close, non-verbally asking Arthur, who acquiesced and their lips met, soft, slow, hesitant, and thrilling. Both could feel their stomachs flip and their hearts pound, as Arthur hurriedly rushed inside his home, leaving Alfred dazed and grinning like a fool.
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2. The most natural.
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It was a light peck on his lips as he angrily stared at the floor, pouting, after Alfred had burst out laughing upon seeing the deformed globs of what were supposed to be sweets on the kitchen counter—a murmur of an apology against his skin as they pulled apart mere centimeters a few seconds later; Arthur's face flushed red while Alfred's eyes glowed happily, a soft, teasing smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist.
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3. The most unexpected.
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From his seat on the couch, Alfred animatedly gushed about his new job as a mechanical engineer for an aerospace company, about how much closer he had become to fulfilling his dream, and Arthur, sipping his cup of tea after having settled down at home an hour or so ago after work, sat on the loveseat and appeared seemingly uninterested in Alfred's continuous moving of his mouth; Alfred didn't mind, for he knew Arthur was listening, but he was caught by surprise, effectively shutting up, when Arthur stood, stepped over Alfred's legs, and kissed him full on the lips. Alfred's eyes were still wide and shocked when Arthur pulled away with a pop! of the lips, his expression unchanged—calm, bordering on indifference, except for the slight twinkle in his green eyes.
"That's great, Alfred," he said, before he picked up his up for refilling in the kitchen.
Alfred snapped out of his reverie as Arthur was halfway to the kitchen, and he jumped out of his seat to chase after the man, so that he could wrap his arms around him and squeeze, whispering why he was lucky enough to call him his.
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A/N: This is my project to improve my writing style, and I'm enjoying it so far! I hope you like it, too, and will be kind enough to leave me a review or two, as I try to update regularly. Thank you for reading. ;)
