100 Kisses to Save a Life.
The First Five Kisses.
The first kiss was before he could even fully open his eyes. It was short and sweet and just so incredible. A simple press of chapped lips and he blinked up at a sunlit ceiling, light headed and goofy.
A smile broke out across his face while he hopped out of bed and into the shower, scrubbing his hair and body, before rinsing off in the burning hot water. He dressed, combed his disheveled blond hair and headed to the door of his bedroom the smile never left.
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Through with breakfast and just beginning on his coffee he lounged out on the couch, paper in his left hand, Java in the right.
His hair bent as those same chapped lips descended on the top of his head, for a second kiss. He heard a chuckle when the heat of the others body vanished, the sound of the door followed and silence once again reigned over the small living room.
He was still smiling when he toke a hot sip of the bitter blended beans. Chuckling to himself he turned the page and was entranced in the silly and brightly colored comics. Man, Snoopy never failed to amuse.
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Three was a sneaky, 'stolen' kiss. Creeping up from behind, the hunters eyes watching him as he walked down the hallway, just after locking the door to his apartment, heading out to get some groceries. When suddenly they pounced grabbing him at the wrist, his body twirled and a sweet pair of lips upon his own, only for moment before the hunter was already turning back and walking off, a hand out over their shoulder in a silent goodbye. With a spring in his step and tune in his head he walked off towards the store, a smile upon reddened lips.
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He had decided to try his hand at number four, swooping down on his TV watching victim. He gazed back at the beautiful eyes watching him full of love and laughter, and he never could have held back the chuckles which arose form deep down in his chest. He supposed the soft hit to the head was worth the giant red blush that had decorated snow white skin.
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As they sat in bed tired and satisfied flesh littered with red spots, red plump lips bruised, he was sure he counted over five kisses in just the last fifteen seconds. Though, he thought with a smile, as their mouths met one last time that night, tongues tangled in a sweet slow sensual dance that had him gasping for breath, he guessed he could count this as just one. One perfect kiss. Number five.