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Kissing Scene: Esme & Mustrum
Oct. 28th, 2009 08:33 am"GOTCHA!" The triumphant shout was followed by a shriek of angry surprise and dozens of last year's leaves being crunched, smashed and otherwise destroyed by two adolescent bodies toppling to the forest floor. Ancient trees watched in bemusement. It took far longer then it should for the mass of hair, limbs and clothes to organize itself into recognizable forms. Esmeralda Weatherwax clawed her hair out of her eyes and looked down. Mustrum Ridcully grinned up at her, hands, oh horrors!, gripping her waist. What was worse, she was SITTING ON TOP OF HIM.
"AAAAAAAAA!!!" Esmeralda screamed again, scrambling off her captor. Mustrum winced as her hands drove into his diaphragm. Deciding it would be best to wait a few moments, he stayed down, breathing deeply, while Esmeralda paced beside him, wringing her hands.
"My record. My perfect record! Ruined! Oh, I'll never hear the end of this!"
"I say, Esme, it's not the end of the world," Mustrum cut off her tirade, picking himself up. She froze in mid-step, head slowly turning to look at him. He smiled cheerfully, dusting leaves off his shoulders and arms.
"I LOST," Esme's voice froze the leaves still clinging to her. Mustrum watched, fascinated, as the forest detrius curled and slowly slid off her body and hair, leaving faint wet marks.
"Mustrum? Did you hear me?" Esme asked, tone warming to about fifty degrees. Mustrum blinked twice.
"Yes, yes. I caught you, you lost. It was bound to happen eventually," He shook his head, finally tearing his eyes away from her hair, all tumbled and wavy and LOOSE, thanks to their fortunate collision. He hoped the hairsticks remained lost.
"WHAT?" Mustrum shivered at the sudden drop in temperature.
"You've lost, Esme. Now you have to pay the forfeit."
"WHAT?" Aamzing, really, how her voice could go from glacial to high C in a matter of seconds.
"Come, come, Esmeralda. You know the rules," Mustrum said, picking leaves out of his hair. Esmeralda looked at her boots, sighed heavily, and finally looked him in the eyes.
"All right. What do you want? A spell? A charm? Perhaps I should make a jackalope available to you for your hunting pleasure?"
"A kiss," It was Esmeralda's turn to blink, which she did very slowly. Mustrum took advantage of this and moved within kissing distance. Esmeralda backed up a step.
"A...kiss. Why on earth would you want that?" She demanded. He shrugged and took another step closer.
"It's the proper forfeit for this game, Esme," He said, his voice becoming slightly husky. Esme slowly blinked twice.
"Oh, very well. What kind of kiss?" Mustrum needed two blinks to process that. It didn't help.
"What?"
"What kind of kiss, Mustrum? Honestly, you're supposed to be intelligent. Do you want a quick kiss, a friendly kiss, a..." Esme stopped talking, going cross-eyed as she stared at the finger pressing against her lips.
"A good kiss, Esme," He said, still in that husky voice. "A freely given kiss." She nodded and he removed his finger. She leaned forward slightly, his eyes started to drift closed in anticipation.
"Where?" Mustrum sighed and opened his eyes.
"I beg your pardon?" He growled. Esme frowned.
"Where do you want this good, freely given kiss? On the forehead, on the cheek, in your..." He silenced her with a finger again and chuckled at her cross-eyed expression.
"On my lips, Esme. Your lips to mine, freely given." She nodded again. He moved a little faster this time, only to meet empty air.
"You know, Mustrum, this really couldn't be considered freely given, as it IS a forfeit. Perhaps you would..." Mustrum shut her up with his mouth this time, grabbing her shoulders to ensure she didn't escape. Her lips were soft and smooth and he ached to properly taste her. Common sense kicked in, unfortunately, and he pulled back slowly. Esmeralda was blinking rapidly, a look of utter shock on her face. He squeezed her shoulders and her eyes zeroed in on his.
"Like that, Esme."
"You...you want me to kiss you, just like that?"
"Yes. Please," He couldn't help the soft groan at the end of the "please". Esme blinked rapidly a few more times.
"Very well." She grabbed his shoulders, much more roughly, and yanked him forward. Her lips met his in a firm, straight line. Mustrum sighed happily, hands sliding off her shoulders to...to...
To clutch empty air. Mustrum's eyes snapped open. Esmeralda was standing two feet away, ruthlessly twisting her hair back up into its proper knot. He watched her mournfully.
"I want you to know, Mustrum, that this will NOT happen again," She announced, using a random twig to secure her hair. With a nod, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the trees.
"No, I'm sure it won't."
"AAAAAAAAA!!!" Esmeralda screamed again, scrambling off her captor. Mustrum winced as her hands drove into his diaphragm. Deciding it would be best to wait a few moments, he stayed down, breathing deeply, while Esmeralda paced beside him, wringing her hands.
"My record. My perfect record! Ruined! Oh, I'll never hear the end of this!"
"I say, Esme, it's not the end of the world," Mustrum cut off her tirade, picking himself up. She froze in mid-step, head slowly turning to look at him. He smiled cheerfully, dusting leaves off his shoulders and arms.
"I LOST," Esme's voice froze the leaves still clinging to her. Mustrum watched, fascinated, as the forest detrius curled and slowly slid off her body and hair, leaving faint wet marks.
"Mustrum? Did you hear me?" Esme asked, tone warming to about fifty degrees. Mustrum blinked twice.
"Yes, yes. I caught you, you lost. It was bound to happen eventually," He shook his head, finally tearing his eyes away from her hair, all tumbled and wavy and LOOSE, thanks to their fortunate collision. He hoped the hairsticks remained lost.
"WHAT?" Mustrum shivered at the sudden drop in temperature.
"You've lost, Esme. Now you have to pay the forfeit."
"WHAT?" Aamzing, really, how her voice could go from glacial to high C in a matter of seconds.
"Come, come, Esmeralda. You know the rules," Mustrum said, picking leaves out of his hair. Esmeralda looked at her boots, sighed heavily, and finally looked him in the eyes.
"All right. What do you want? A spell? A charm? Perhaps I should make a jackalope available to you for your hunting pleasure?"
"A kiss," It was Esmeralda's turn to blink, which she did very slowly. Mustrum took advantage of this and moved within kissing distance. Esmeralda backed up a step.
"A...kiss. Why on earth would you want that?" She demanded. He shrugged and took another step closer.
"It's the proper forfeit for this game, Esme," He said, his voice becoming slightly husky. Esme slowly blinked twice.
"Oh, very well. What kind of kiss?" Mustrum needed two blinks to process that. It didn't help.
"What?"
"What kind of kiss, Mustrum? Honestly, you're supposed to be intelligent. Do you want a quick kiss, a friendly kiss, a..." Esme stopped talking, going cross-eyed as she stared at the finger pressing against her lips.
"A good kiss, Esme," He said, still in that husky voice. "A freely given kiss." She nodded and he removed his finger. She leaned forward slightly, his eyes started to drift closed in anticipation.
"Where?" Mustrum sighed and opened his eyes.
"I beg your pardon?" He growled. Esme frowned.
"Where do you want this good, freely given kiss? On the forehead, on the cheek, in your..." He silenced her with a finger again and chuckled at her cross-eyed expression.
"On my lips, Esme. Your lips to mine, freely given." She nodded again. He moved a little faster this time, only to meet empty air.
"You know, Mustrum, this really couldn't be considered freely given, as it IS a forfeit. Perhaps you would..." Mustrum shut her up with his mouth this time, grabbing her shoulders to ensure she didn't escape. Her lips were soft and smooth and he ached to properly taste her. Common sense kicked in, unfortunately, and he pulled back slowly. Esmeralda was blinking rapidly, a look of utter shock on her face. He squeezed her shoulders and her eyes zeroed in on his.
"Like that, Esme."
"You...you want me to kiss you, just like that?"
"Yes. Please," He couldn't help the soft groan at the end of the "please". Esme blinked rapidly a few more times.
"Very well." She grabbed his shoulders, much more roughly, and yanked him forward. Her lips met his in a firm, straight line. Mustrum sighed happily, hands sliding off her shoulders to...to...
To clutch empty air. Mustrum's eyes snapped open. Esmeralda was standing two feet away, ruthlessly twisting her hair back up into its proper knot. He watched her mournfully.
"I want you to know, Mustrum, that this will NOT happen again," She announced, using a random twig to secure her hair. With a nod, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the trees.
"No, I'm sure it won't."
