Title: - Five Kisses
Author: - Katt
Rating: - R
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know
Author's Notes: - A series of drabbles based on a fic idea that's prevalent in the SGA fandom.
Broken
The thin lips were cold against his and Holland felt like he was being kissed by a corpse. He tried to turn his face away, tried to push the heavy body away but he was trapped.
He kept his mouth shut; lips clamped together, teeth grinding against each other so hard his jaw ached. But breathing through his nose in panicked snorts wasn't getting him enough oxygen and his lungs burned and his head throbbed in time to his frantic heartbeats.
Suffocating Holland opened his mouth and as he felt his father's tongue slip inside his heart broke.
Vows
Everything was perfect, he'd never been as happy as this before. When they'd been saying their vows Dutch had wanted to cry because he'd felt so totally happy he'd thought his heart might burst with it.
For so long he'd never thought any of this would be his. He'd thought he didn't deserve happiness or normality. He'd seen himself as too sullied to ever be normal. Then he'd met Lucy.
She was his salvation, his angel. She'd given him back his soul and as he leant forward to kiss her chastely on the lips he knew they'd be together forever.
Falling
Even as their lips met and he felt a surge of arousal Dutch knew that this was wrong. He had a sudden image of himself as Shane Vendrell preying on a vulnerable woman and nearly pulled away. But just then Kim slipped her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, pressing up against him and all thought flew out of the window.
Since Lucy had left him he'd been so lonely. Nights spent in a cold bed. Relieving himself in the shower with fast, angry jerks of his hand – bitter and betrayed.
Warmth and touch and need – falling into the moment.
Passion
This was heat and power, passion and need. The mouth against his angry and demanding. The body against his hard and strong.
Hands that pushed him against the wall. Hands that clasped his wrists hard enough to leave bruises. Hands that pushed his pants down and slipped inside his boxers.
His moans and whimpers of need swallowed up in that greedy mouth.
Lips straying to his neck and teeth biting the sensitive flesh below his ear making him buck and thrust more urgently. Vic chuckling low in his throat and whispering in his ear,
"You like that huh, Dutchboy?"
Empty
It was like kissing his sister, he didn't have a sister, but he imagined if he did kissing her would feel like this. It wasn't Corrine's fault. She was bright and pretty and fun it was just…she wasn't her ex-husband.
She wasn't Vic who'd shoved Dutch up against a wall and kissed him like he was devouring him. Who'd made Dutch want him and then fucked him murmuring soft words of love and then dumped him.
Corrine was the nearest Dutch could get to Vic and exacting revenge. The thought left Dutch cold just as the kiss did.