A/N: Four kisses Will and Layla share, ending with what I consider to be their first proper kiss. Note that I don't have any kisses past the end of the movie; I am not a Will/Layla shipper, I left it open ended because if I hadn't they would have broken up, and that was not the tone I wanted for this fic. Don't know if I managed though.
Written for the plot bunnies. Enjoy.
Kissed
The first time Will and Layla kissed it had been timid.
They were seven and it was a dare from the sixth graders at lunch. "You're always with each other," they'd said, "might as well make it official."
Neither Layla, nor Will really knew what that meant, but they knew they were supposed to kiss.
Layla, in pigtails and a green jumper had blushed pink and Will had blinked dumbly. The two of them had stood for a moment, stunned. Kids laughing at the playground and sixth graders still smirking at them; and it was all still around them; numb, shocked. In the heavy late summer air it seemed like they'd forgotten how to move.
And then Layla moved, and Will wondered if she'd done it just to prove she could; she just closed the space between them and pressed her lips sloppily over the corner of Wills' mouth.
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The second time had been accidental.
When they were twelve, the night school had ended; Layla had been at Wills'. There had been movies and popcorn and an over abundance of soda and too many blankets. Both of them were in PJ's, watching stupid old movies in the dark, stuffing themselves on bad-for-you snacks.
The popcorn was by Laylas' hip, farthest from Will, and the m&m's were in his lap. They'd both reached at the same time, Will for the popcorn, Layla for the m&m's and they'd collided. Shoulders, chins, noses, lips.
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The third time had been hurried.
He'd been an ass, and he honestly didn't think he'd survive the night; he was grateful, and Layla looked beautiful.
Fifteen and stressed it had been natural, he hadn't thought he'd have to deal with the consequences, he figured he'd be much too dead. He'd grabbed her shoulders, pulled her forward and sealed his lips over hers.
He didn't think he'd kissed her because he really wanted to, maybe it was because he wanted to prove that he was really sorry, maybe because he wanted to say goodbye. And as much as Layla was happy he'd kissed her she knew that too.
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The forth time had been uneven.
Surviving Homecoming was the hardest thing either of them had done. Layla had wanted out of the gym, the school.
Will had obliged, because honestly he didn't want to stay there either. All the same they couldn't really leave, not without their friends, they both knew it, and so Will took Layla out the broken window.
On his behalf it'd seemed a good idea at the time.
It wasn't romantic as he'd thought it'd be, hoped it would be; the clouds were nice and it was thrilling to think that this was a memory only they would share, but Layla couldn't fly. She was an Earthy person and she liked her feet on the ground; she was afraid of heights.
Despite though, with one arm around Laylas' back and the other under her thighs in a bastardized version of a bridal carry they twirled mid air. Her legs hung free hooked over one hip, keeping her edged with adrenalin; her face had been above Wills' and she couldn't lean down properly to kiss him. He'd craned his neck, all the same, because it seemed the right thing to do, and she kinked her neck down, and they kissed.
A/N: I want to mention the alteration of the ending kiss (if there was a kiss at the end, I'm pretending there was) I love Sky High, but some of the effects really, really cheese me off. Layla cannot fly, she would not be able to stand next to Will in mid air. Thus he's holding her up, because Jetstream has to haul the Commander around, Will has to haul Layla. This is fair. There will be no arguing this point with me. The end.