A/N: Essays what essays…
"Okay." Puck exhaled as he lay on his trampoline. "So maybe a kiss wasn't the best idea." He huffed and rolled onto his stomach. He knew he was Sabrina's first kiss and well if they were meant to be memorable, he certainly felt it.
He grumbled and fidgeted, his stomach didn't hurt from her all too mortal smack but it tingled. He didn't like tingling; it was smushy and girly and weird. When Moth kissed him before he left Faerie he hadn't tingled – he'd been grossed out… oh maybe first kisses were supposed to be bad! That'd explain it.
Where could he double check this brand new idea? There would be a book on it, but he was allergic to them so that was a no-no. He couldn't ask Sabrina, so he'd just have to ask the marshmallow.
The next morning he snagged Daphne on her way to the bathroom and fought to look as casual as possible.
"Got a question for you." Puck swore his palms were sweating.
"Sabrina probably knows the answer… or Granny!" The little girl started to go past him, "I usually have to ask them!"
"No it's a princess question… you're the best person to ask." Puck felt nauseated with himself, being nice to the marshmallow. But Daphne squeaked her consent and listened closely. "First kisses, are they meant to be yucky and bad." Puck prayed that the marshmallow didn't pick up on any extra details; she was pretty damn observant at times but the little girl was thinking.
"In the case of princesses first kisses are meant to be your forever after partner but I always thought that they were meant to be lovely and warm, somewhere I read they gave you tingles." She beamed at him, narrowed her eyes a little as if she was thinking again, shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom.
'Tingles. They gave you tingles…' Puck had played down the somersaults his stomach did after he kissed Sabrina, thinking it was an effect from the punch but he groaned, they were definitely tingles. But he only got tingles on his second kiss, maybe he should kiss Sabrina again? Maybe not, he rubbed his stomach absent-mindedly and then perked his ears when he heard the old lady call for breakfast.
Food always helped him think.