


Mistletoe Kisses

by Iris1



Category: Queer as Folk
Genre: Romance
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2003-12-29
Updated: 2003-12-29
Packaged: 2013-06-25 10:29:15
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 553
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1661828/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/44846/Iris1
Summary: Tiny Chirstmas snippet. Who is Michael kissing under the mistletoe? :





	Mistletoe Kisses

Title: Mistletoe Kisses  
  
Feedback: Is Always Greatly Appreciated.  
  
Status: Complete  
  
Pairing: Pick and Choose. ;)  
  
Notes: An especial dedication for Polly who hasn't read this yet.  
  
Thanks again for all your work and wonderful encouragement. Hope you  
  
like this. ^_^  
  
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Mistletoe Kisses  
  
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Michael stands beneath the mistletoe, the expectant look on his expressive face bright and shining. Moonlight spills in from the open window, gently tingeing his pale skin with a silvery cast, and turning his dark eyes into mysterious black pearls. Michael looks perfectly, heart-achingly beautiful, and he thinks he might die right then and there on the spot if he doesn't walk over to kiss him.   
  
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I.   
  
Brian kisses him, and the feeling is electric. Like a fierce, unexpected jolt of lightning that is only supposed to strike once. Like an almost-painful current that burns him, making the fine hairs on the back of his arms stand on end, and causes his spine to tingle with the sharp, greedy anticipation of more. It fans an eager explosion of sparks in his stomach, and Michael doesn't feel like he needs to breathe, doesn't care if his lungs are going to burst, because all he wants is to continue feeling that dangerously neon-brilliant shock of arousal which ripples through his body in tiny waves, sizzling through frayed nerves and curling his toes.   
  
And Michael just wants to lean in and be consumed like a captive moth in the flame.   
  
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II.   
  
David kisses him, and the feeling is like being swept away in an aggressively dizzying flood of romance. Michael feels almost faint - light-headed and giddy, limp and overwhelmed, like a heroine on the cover of a romance novel whose bosom heaves in swooning ecstasy. The kiss is hard and deep and darkly possessive, leaving his knees weak and his body shuddering in the thrilling sensation of blissful pleasure when he tastes the rich, intoxicatingly decadent flavor of expensive red wine in David's impatient, sweetly devouring mouth.   
  
And Michael just wants to surrender willingly under the demanding intensity of hungry lips and the compellingly confident strokes of an assertively skilled tongue, to sink beneath the determined, brutally sensual attack of David's conquering kiss.  
  
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III.  
  
Ben kisses him, and the feeling is like basking in a wash of warm liquid sunshine. Fresh and clean and beautifully bracing, like the exhilarating first breath of cool mountain air. Dreamily, Michael revels in the feathery, teasing brushes of Ben's lips and the slick, luxuriant heat of Ben's honey-sweet mouth. It's serious and slow and lingering, filled with tender passion, like Ben is completely focused on him, like he's taking his time because Michael is something precious and important and special that needs to be savored with exquisite care. There is no hurry.   
  
And Michael just wants to collapse bonelessly on the couch and continue languidly feasting on each other for hours, lazily tracing the soft edges of Ben's firm lips with his tongue.   
  
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Finally, he manages to reluctantly pull away from the kiss, and radiant night-dark eyes look up, glowing with love and joy and desire. Reddened lips part in a beaming smile of quiet, beatific satisfaction before Michael moves closer and hotly whispers, "You know, I've always loved mistletoe."   
  
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