The goodnight kiss


The goodnight kiss. Mike Logan liked full body contact with the goodnight kiss. When he kissed a woman goodnight, he liked to take her in his arms, pulling her close to him. The kiss could be light and soft, or deep and intimate. But the full body contact was key. The feel of her curves against him was almost better than the actual kiss. So, as he stood in front of her, instead of leading with the kiss, he led with the embrace. He stepped forward, opening his arms to her, moving his arms around her, pulling her close to him, against him. He held her for a moment, his eyes holding hers. He watched her part her lips with expectation, close her eyes in anticipation. He savored the feel of her breasts against his chest, and then he kissed her so lightly, so tenderly, that he could practically feel her melt in his arms. Mike Logan loved the goodnight kiss.


The goodnight kiss. In her lifetime, Alex Eames had been the recipient of a lot of goodnight kisses. She remembered her first date when she was only about 15. She had been amazed her father had let her go, but the date was the son of another NYPD officer, so her father thought him trust worthy. She smiled, remembering how the opposite had been true. When it had come time for the goodnight kiss, he had abruptly jumped toward her, practically slamming her back into her front door. He did not kiss her softly, he leapt right into the hard pressure of the open mouthed kiss. She had kneed him gently in the groin to get him to back off. Nowadays, she realized she would like to be the one giving the goodnight kiss, though not to a boyfriend, or even a husband. She would like to give the goodnight kiss to a child, a child of her own.


The goodnight kiss. Bobby realized he didn't have as many opportunities for the goodnight kiss as he used to. Even just a few years ago, there were many goodnight kisses in a given month. Lately, he realized that he could barely remember his last goodnight kiss. But here he was in front of her, his mind consumed with the logistics of an incredible, heart-fluttering goodnight kiss. So, he slowly reached forward, gently placing his hand around the soft nape of her neck, and leaned in while pulling her closer. He brushed his lips against hers, feather soft at first, then again, a bit more insistent. She yielded into him, her arms lacing up and around his neck, pressing closer. So, he moved his arms around her, moving his hands down the inward curve of her waist, the outward curve of her hip, deepening the kiss. He liked the goodnight kiss. He missed the goodnight kiss.


Author's Note: Alrighty readers, give me a moment, a time of day, something to tickle my brain... also, let me know what you think... which goodnight kiss do you like?