Authors Note: Okay. Um, let me make this perfectly clear. THIS IS FOR FANGIRLS ONLY. It is a really out-of-character idea that would absolutely not happen, EVER. But it was just so adorable I had to write it down. It was originally going to be the next chapter in my story, In this Sweet Madness, but it was way too uncharacteristic. So, if you're wondering about the set-up and how V is… well, alive, read that and it'll make more sense. Enjoy!

Update from April 24, 2006: Posted this last night after writing it really early in the morning. Woke up to check reviews, and had a handful of flames on my hands. Okay, if you DON'T LIKE OOC FICS, why read them? Don't be a bitch and tell me what I already know. I don't want your fucking opinion on my writing at three in the morning, or what you think about OOCs. Like I said, I didn't put it in my good fic because it sucked, character-wise. I acknowledge that. Personally, I hate reading other peoples OOCs unless they're superfluffy. I have already stated that this would never happen, it was just a cute idea. There's nothing to happen after it. But it's snuggly. And makes me squee.So bite me, bitches. Thank you for your patience, and please, no flames. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Sincerely,
xDante
P.S. Flame, and I will hunt you down and choke you to death. I don't want to hear how much you hate OOCs or "how awful my writing is", because it's not. Well, maybe a little, seeing as it was early, but like I've said repeatedly, I might rewrite it later. The last paragraph sucks awfully. I tried, but my muse kind of died... I'll rewrite the end for sure.

Disclaimer: Don't own V or any of the related characters, et cetera.

The Kiss: Fangirl Story Extraordinaire

by xDante

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It was dark when Evey returned home from work. She listened to the key click in the lock, turning the handle at the sound. She usually left a light on inside, and she remembered doing so before she had left this morning, but it was pitch black when she entered the main room. A slim pillar of moonlight slipped through a crack between the curtains and the wall, falling directly on a nearby table. She began to reach for the light switch.

"Evey."

She jumped. "Oh! V, you startled me," she said, her hand momentarily faltering on it's steady path towards the wall.

"Don't turn on the light."

"What? Why? What's going on?"

"Don't turn on the light." V said, with such stern intent in his voice, it made Evey drop her hand to her side obediently.

"But, V, I can't… see… a…" Her eyes caught a glimpse of white reflecting the sliver of light from the window, and her words slowed in disbelief. "…thing." She finished lamely.

V's mask sat face up on the table in the light, smiling widely, though it was not attached to a body. She registered vaguely that it was odd to see the mask on a table, and it occurred to her that she had never seen it anywhere else but on a face. She stood in silent shock, starring at the thing, until V's words fractured her puzzlement.

"Come forward, Evey." He said.

She squinted in the direction of his voice, trying to see through the darkness. Where was he? How far away from her was he standing? She took one small, slow step forward.

"More," V said. "Don't be afraid."

Cautiously, Evey took two more steps forward and stopped. "Where are you?"

She heard his shoes clap quietly and knew he had taken a step forward, probably impatient by her hesitance. She felt his gloved hands grasp her bare ones, holding them down by her sides so she could not touch his face. She smelled his comforting, familiar smell—like dust, muffins, and flower-scented laundry detergent—and breathed deeply. She couldn't see anything but darkness, and it calmed her. His presence was warming, and although she was confused, she was relaxed.

"V… what is going on?"

He silenced her with a kiss.