Title:
Six
Summary:
She took your first kiss like a storm, pressing her soft lips on yours, her lithe, small figure melting into your body.
Disclaimer:
Golden Sun does not belong to me; I am merely someone who enjoys both reading and writing fanfiction.
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
- Sixpence None The Richer, Kiss Me
She took your first kiss like a storm, pressing her soft lips on yours, her lithe, small figure melting into your body. Your thoughts scattered at the sheer force of the impact, and she left as quickly as she came. Help me, free me, save me, you could have sworn you heard her cry, but perhaps, it was just your exhausted mind playing tricks, for her presence was already drowning amidst the cheers of the crowd.
* * *
The second was more like a slight drizzle on a bright summer's day; it was a kiss of everlasting goodbye she gave to you, and you didn't know why then but it felt a little sad and a little painful. But you know that she is finally free from her unwanted bondage and as you handed her the staff, you smiled a sad smile, silently wishing her a better tomorrow.
* * *
She kissed you warmly as you slowly came back to your senses after the fierce fighting; her mere presence beside you, tending to your wounds, was not unlike the morning sun, gently radiating warmth and chasing away the cold. Even as you made your way back to Contigo to finally lay rest to the enmity between you and Felix, you can't help but feel more hopeful than ever, as the warmth spread throughout your weary body and soul.
* * *
The fourth time she kissed you, you finally realized why she was so suited to wield the power to harness the raging weather. With everyone resting for the night before the final lighthouse, and the luminous moon in the sky your only companion, your door suddenly burst open, and she came hurtling into your arms, her flannel nightgown flying and all. Wrapping her slender arms around you, she crushed her lips on yours ardently breaking off only for air. Such a passionate kiss left you a little breathless, and your lips tingle as though it was struck by lightning. Kiss me, she said.
* * *
And you kissed her back.
* * *
By the sixth kiss, the numbers no longer matter and you no longer want nor need to keep track of it; she is already yours.
Author's Notes: Wow, it's been so long since I've written anything. Forgive me for this short drabble-ish story, but it was kinda like a spur-at-the-moment thingy. Hope you enjoy reading it!