Disclaimer: When I will be 16, I will marry with Brian Singer :P, and then, there will be lot of Huddyness in your PCs and TVs XD But now… I do not own House, MD ;)
Pairing: HousexCuddy
Genre: Angst… Romance
Three drabbles. Three lives. Three kisses. What is the flavour of their kisses?
Hi guys n.n
I am a bit nervous because it is my first English fic :P and it is a translation of one of my Spanish fics…is the shortest, because my English is not as good as translate one longer :P
They are three drabbles, if you enjoy this one (and tell me in a pretty review xD), I will update the rest :)
And… if my English is not very good, tell me ;) I am trying to improve it ;)
Kisses (Flavour)
Que lo bueno y lo que importa está en los besos.
(El Canto del Loco; Besos)
1985
Is the first time that he kisses her and it is like a revelation.
There are not any colour whirls and there is not love in their mouths massage; but it smells like winter and snow from the opened window, and under his hands he can feel the svelte curve of some feminine hips that pound him in a desperate need of hot.
The soundtracks of this first kiss are some notes of Human Anatomy under their feet while they walk unsteady and the frenetic shock of their teeth when they struck. There is a muffled blow as they shock against the wall and one of his hands goes to the hip from the dark curls, attracting again the mouths in a lawless, wet kiss.
She tastes like honey and lemon; and it is a seductive mixture.
There is cold outside and hot inside, and it is a strange sensation that neither can define when they are shivering but all flesh in contact is burning. There is a bed and the need of putting together all possible skin hurts; and now he do not know very well what is the truly feeling that join them when one sweet, slow hand is attracting him until they fall in the mattress.
Is the first time that she kisses him and it is like a revelation.