This is for Klaroween Bingo - Kiss of Death
Kiss From A Rose
Cursed.
It's a word she knows well. Intimately in fact, because it sums up her existence perfectly.
She is cursed.
Cursed to a life where she cannot kiss anyone or anything. Her evil ancestors have made it perfectly clear. If they can't be with anyone, neither can she.
So much so that making intimate contact with anyone will render them dead with one stroke of her lips. So, she keeps her distance, even if it's extremely difficult. Everyone has needs after all.
However, finding him on the road and on Halloween of all nights, Caroline is overcome with too many emotions.
But he's obviously wounded and calling to her. Caroline exits her car and can't stop her legs racing towards him. He's injured that much is evident, his body writhing in pain. She can't miss his dark, blonde curls and crimson lips illuminated under the street light.
"What can I do?" She asks helplessly. Being a witch, the solution should be simple but he's messing with her composure.
"Kiss me," he pleads. His lips are tempting from this vantage point but she knows better than to go through with his request.
"I can't," she murmurs, eyeing him cautiously and wishing things could be different.
"You can, trust me, love," he whimpers. Caroline Forbes is sensible but in this moment she can't resist, lowering herself to meet his lips. Suddenly nothing else matters as they make contact.
It's beautiful.
It's perfect.
And it's her first kiss.
Realising what she's done, Caroline figures it's most probably her last. But as she pulls away hurriedly, she notes his eyes are bluer than ever and a few stray dimples have appeared.
"How are you still alive?"
"Believe it or not witches and werewolves can be friends."
"Bastard," she huffs, standing up, albeit shakily. "You tricked me."
"Last time I checked you ran me over," he shoots back, finally finding his feet and wiping away the dirt.
"And you begged me to kiss you," she growls. "Are you that desperate for a lay?"
"I've been dreaming of you since I was young," he explains quietly. "Is it wrong to want your heart because you already stole mine?"
"I don't even know you," she rasps, trying to come to terms with the feelings this stranger is evoking.
"Maybe so, but I know you. So much so that I'm willing to risk death."
"Well, that just makes you an idiot," she murmurs. "And i have every intention of making you pay for the damages to my car."
"How about you give me a lift to the nearest gas station and I give you my insurance details?"
Caroline feels the excitement bubbling in her stomach, not just because she had her first kiss and it was wonderful and nobody died, but because he's growing on her and she isn't quite ready to let him go just yet.
