AN: Short yes, but I love it. This was inspired by the song Kiss and Sell by The Maine. I absolutely LOVE The Maine and I've been rocking out to them hardcore, so when I was sitting on the bus coming back from the university (We went there for a trip to 'Mars'. It was awesome, I got to go into the transport vehicle first so it looked like a space craft and I was on 'Life Support' so it was my job to do things like measure the humidity and temperature and water pH levels in the space craft, and when it was time for us to switch with are partners in the base, the hull 'broke' and the water jugs 'tilted' and threw water on the 'wires' so my station started smoking, and I literally just looked down and yelled "NICE!" xD ah it was amazing)
SO ANYWAY, I WROTE THIS ONE THE BUS, ON MY IPOD, BUT MY DOCUMENT THING OVERWRITED IT SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT, I LIKE THE FIRST BETTER BUT IT HATH BEEN FOREVER LOST.
:( EnJoY aNyWaY!
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Sparks. Static. Chemistry. That's how it all started. Chemistry easily explains; that when super charged particles are colliding in the air, they will clash, and create lightning. Lightning will build, and a fraction of the pent up energy will be released in a quick action. Lightning creates heat, and sometimes fire, but it's one thing to watch this phenomenon, it was another to experience it for yourself.
The catalyst was simple. Ice meeting chocolate was all it took, for the thunder to exclaim its threatening cries. Their hearts slammed against their chests, and roared in their ears, taunting them, and teasing them, whispering "It's only beginning," so quietly, that only they could hear it.
She closed her eyes, and gasped when she felt his work-calloused finger tips brush against the soft porcelain she called skin, his hand eventually resting on her cheek as static crackled in air, but only the air between them, which seemed to shrink every second.
She decided to experiment and her hand reached out, barely pressing her finger tips into his work shirt before her hand began a miniscule shake.
She gasped as his fingers gently brushed against her neck, his voice floating through her head as his hands spoke the two words she knew he wanted to whisper.
"Don't think."
And that was all it took.
She closed to gap and their soft lips collided, passion pulsing through their veins as their gasps and soft whimpers escaped into the air, their bodies pressed flush to the other when they had to pull away to relieve their screaming lungs.
She opened her analytical and scientific mouth, her lips swollen and bruised as her voice came out in the smallest of whispers. "What are we doing?"
He smiled, and still holding her in his lap, reached up and brushed a tendril of auburn hair from her eyes.
"We're releasing the storm Bones. Just releasing the storm."
