Summary:The moment his lips descend on mine, I know. I don't know how. I don't know why. But I know. I know this kiss is going to change my life forever.
Notes: Hey, all! Sorry it has been so long! (You know you're addicted to writing fanfiction when it has been like a week since your last fic, and you apologize for taking so long! lol!)
Pairing: Gee, I wonder.
Rating: PG-13, I guess
Disclaimer:Roses are red, voilets are blue, I own nothing, please don't sue.
.:First Kiss:.
The moment his lips descend on mine, I know.
I don't know how. I don't know why. But I know. I know that this kiss is going to change my life forever. Not in a small, bad-haircut kind of way; but a huge, mind-blowing, oh-my-god-I'm-pregnent kind of way.
I have loved this man for what seems like forever, and he is finally kissing me.
His lips are soft, yet firm. His hands rest lightly on my hips. Not reaching immedietly for my butt, like some of the scum I am ashamed to say I have dated. No, he is not like them. He is one in a million. If even that many. More like one in a billion, or trillion. And I love him. I kiss him back with all my heart, soul, and strength. Eagerly, my hands wrap around his neck, and he draws me closer. Admittedly, the Denali was not the most opportune place for this to happen, but right now I couldn't care less. We could be lying on a king-size bed in a five-star suite in the Bellagio for all I care about my surroundings. The only thing I am aware of is him. His lips, his hands, his scent. His scent. God, this man could drive me wild just by his smell. And not some fancy-schmancy cologne, either. His smell is natural, masculine, uniquely Gil Grissom. I can't see his eyes, but I wish I could. Those eyes that drive me wild with one glance. They are that wonderful shade of crulean, and they send my normally calm heartbeat racing. I have never met anyone with eyes like his.
Suddenly, his tongue invades my mouth, and I lose all train of thought completely. I can't think. I can only feel. Feel his hands roaming all over my body. Feel his tongue mingling with mine. Feel his fingers trail up to navel, tracing small circles. Feel the vibrations of his moan in my mouth as I take his bottom lip in my teeth and bite gently.
Somehow, I can't believe this is only our first kiss. It is too wonderful, to non-awkward for that. It seems we know each other perfectly; each receiving as much pleasure as the other. And there is so much desperation, as well. Like lovers of many years who have been ripped apart, and then thrust together again. Maybe Fate simply decided that enough was enough; that we were too perfect, too wondeful for her to waste any more precious time before giving us that push. God knows neither Gil nor I would have ever had the courage alone.
The kiss ends after many minutes of absolute pleasure. We are both breathless and smiling. The moment is too perfect for words, and neither of us want to break it. Neither of us speak a word, yet our eyes convey volumes upon volumes of promises. This cannot be ignored. It will not be. We both know. It is an unspoken agreement between us.
He sits back in the driver seat, and starts the engine. The sound breaks the silence, but not the moment. It lasts for several minutes, only able to be broken by speech. And somehow, neither of us seem capable of that.
...One year later...
Today is the first anniversary of that kiss; our first kiss. As his lips gently touch mine, he whispers his love for me, and I return it. Today was our wedding. The day we gazed into each other's eyes and vowed in front of everyone to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live. On the anniversary of that day. That perfect day that, true to my mind's involuntary premonition, did change my life.
Forever.
End!