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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-06-08 01:49 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-06-08 01:49 pm
First kiss drabbles pt. 1
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goddess_loki's. Because she requested a million. I'm gonna try and have the rest of them up before I leave for work today, but if I don't, they'll definitely be up tomorrow.
Anyway--Spoiler warning through the season finales for some of these, and some speculation about the premieres.
Will Richards/Darius McDowell:
Darius had never been known for being subtle. And he didn’t beat around the bush either; that was more Will’s thing, along with being really dense. Darius was as upfront as he came, and when he was interested in someone, he let them know it. So after hanging out in college and really getting to know the guy, he knew that he could be upfront with Will, and that wouldn’t scare him off. But his way of being up front, might not have been what Will had expected.
“I like you, dude.”
“I like you too,” he replied, not looking up from what he was doing, “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“No, dude. I like you.”
Will looked up and gave his friend an incredulous look, and Darius rolled his eyes before grabbing him by the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. Will kissed him back for a moment, before Darius pulled back and gave him a look. “Get it now?”
“Yeah—I think I do.”
Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David:
“I hope you’ve learned a lesson in all this,” Ziva began, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Tony looked at her from where he was standing, before giving her a smirk.
“I should have learned a lesson?”
Ziva looked at him incredulously, “Be careful who you trust?”
“What do you want me to do, Ziva, run background check on every girl I meet?”
“Yes, if that’s what you have to do to feel safe.”
He laughed, “Ziva, I can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because that’s ridiculous,” Tony sighed, “I have to be able to trust people without knowing every little thing about them. If I did, how would they be able to trust me?”
“Well, then maybe you should start with someone you already trust,” Ziva said, looking him dead in the eye. Tony met her gaze, before moving in and kissing her lightly, not giving her a chance to back off. When he pulled back, she hesitated for a minute, before smacking him on the shoulder.
“I didn’t mean with me.”
Don Flack/Sam Marquez:
He was really tall. That was the thing that kind of hooked her, never mind the fact that he was a cop, and they fought like cats and dogs—he was really tall. And kinda cute for a cop. He reminded her a bit of Woody, expect he was actually smooth. And he could probably out-snark her if he tried. And he was really tall.
But all of those very attractive qualities were not stopping her from abandoning him at the bar while she went to deal with a whale. And he wasn’t too happy about that.
“Look, Sam, I’m not gonna wait on you for hours on end just so you can yank me around some more, alright? I’m on vacation. I could go find a woman who actually wants to spend time with me.”
She turned and looked at him for a minute, phone attached to her ear, as usual, before walking over and pulling him into a rough kiss (thank God he was sitting or she never would have reached) and when she pulled back, she gave him a small smile.
“I’ll be back in an hour. If you’re still here, I’ll stop yanking you around.”
“OK then.”
Greg Sanders/Lindsay Monroe:
Greg was leaning on the table in the lab, watching as the CSI from Bozeman passed by the window again. He straightened, and headed out behind her, finally catching up with her outside the lab, “Hey, Lindsay!”
Lindsay turned and gave him smile, “What can I do for you, Greg?”
“I have about another fifteen minutes till I get off shift,” he began, sticking his hands in his pockets, “But since its your last night in Vegas, I was wondering if you might want to grab a drink with me later.”
“That’s sweet of you,” she began, her voice slightly teasing, “But I don’t drink with lab techs.”
Greg didn’t make any indication like the words had wounded him at all, and his smile only widened, “What about really, really, cute lab techs, oozing wit and charm?”
She made a look like she was thinking it over, before sucking the air through her teeth, “I dunno—you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”
“What if they’re a really, really cute lab tech who happens to be a really good kisser?” he said, moving closer.
“That could do it,” she nodded, “But you’re going to have to prove it. I’m a CSI—I like evidence.”
He grinned before sliding his hands over her hips and leaning in for a brief kiss. As she pulled back, she gave him a smile, “Fifteen minutes?”
“Yup,” he nodded.
“I’ll see you then.”
Jethro Gibbs/Stella Bonasera:
“No,” Stella said, moving to block him from heading through the doorway.
“No, what?” Gibbs said, staring her down as she crossed her arms in front of his chest.
“No, you’re not going through that door until you kiss me good night,” she said, daring him with a smirk.
“I thought we decided we were over this, Stella,” he smirked, “And that you and me was a bad, bad idea.”
“Maybe,” she shrugged, “But since you decided to insist on paying for the drinks at the bar, and any food we might have bought, and the cab back to this hotel, plus extra in order to make it back to my place, the least I could do is give you a kiss goodnight for your trouble.”
He grinned slightly, before raising an eyebrow, “Then it sounds like you should be kissing me.”
“Guess you’re right,” she smirked, before moving towards him and sliding her hands up to cup his face. She pulled him into a warm kiss, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. After a moment, he pulled back, and gave her a small smile.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing that cab.”
“I don’t think so either.”
Dean Winchester/Cassie Robinson:
“Wow,” Cassie grinned, looking over the car, “That’s a nice ride.”
“Told you so,” Dean grinned back at her, before moving over to run his hands over the hood of the car.
“So,” she smirked, “Do I get a ride?”
“Well,” he said, turning around to lean against the side of the car, “I think I can arrange that. There’d be a small fee.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her in, kissing her once she was close enough. She slid her arms around his neck, threading her fingers into his hair, and when she started to pull back, he tried to keep her from doing so, and she gave him a grin.
“This better be one hell of a ride.”
“Oh, believe me, sweetheart,” he grinned, “It will be.”
Megan Reeves/Colby Granger:
“You’re an ass, you know that,” Megan said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. He ducked his eyes and tried to get his way around her, but she stretched her arm across the front of the doorway, blocking his path out of the break room.
“Megan, I really don’t—”
She walked towards him and pulled him into a kiss, which was the last thing in the world he had expected. Then she pulled back and punched him hard in the shoulder, sending him into the doorframe. She pulled back from him and shook her head.
“This doesn’t mean things are better.” She walked away, and Colby rubbed his shoulder slightly, shaking his head, knowing that that was better than he deserved.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Danny Messer/Jennifer Angell:
Danny froze when he felt something soft collide with the back of his head. He blinked for a minute, before turning around. Angell was standing behind him, hands on her hips, and a look of anger on her face. “What’d I do?”
“You asked out Monroe.”
“When did I do this?”
“After the conflict diamonds case.”
“That was weeks ago,” he began, walking towards her, “She stood me up.”
“So?” she said, giving him a look, “I’m not gonna be your sloppy seconds, Messer.”
He walked over to her quickly, and pulled her into a warm kiss before she could protest. She kissed him back for a minute, and didn’t push him away when she pulled back, “You are anything but.”
Val Malone/David Sinclair:
Val’s idea of buying her sister’s ex-partner a “Welcome to LA” drink seemed to be very much backfiring on her as she was now not-so-sober. And her being not-so-sober combined with his being not-so-sober was making them be a little too friendly with each other. And it just kept escalating until she and David were making out against the side of the taxi he was supposed to be putting her in.
When she pulled back from the kiss, she gave him a look, “What did we do that for?”
He shrugged, “I dunno.”
“I’m gonna go now.”
“OK.”
Allison Cameron/Danny Messer:
Danny felt Cameron’s arms slide around his neck as he kissed her, relaxing her body against his. It was a nice kiss, nicer than he’d had in a while, and despite the fact that she was probably going to slap him when this was all over, it was worth it. There was something about the way she was kissing him that indicated she wasn’t at all opposed to what they were doing. When he finally pulled back from the kiss because he needed to breathe, she rested her forehead against his for a minute, before her face darkened, and he felt the sting of her fingers connecting with his face.
“What the hell was that?”
Robert Chase/Lindsay Monroe:
He was pretty charming for a doctor. But then again she probably figured that came with the territory, bedside manner and all. And she was still feeling a little woozy from the drugs.
“You talk funny.”
OK, maybe more than a little woozy.
He didn’t get angry with her though, just gave her a warm smile, and went back to look at her IV. “That’s what they tell me.”
“But you don’t talk funny like most people from New York do,” she said, shifting slightly so that she was facing him, and then her face lit up a bit, “You talk like the Crocodile Hunter!”
He laughed, “Well, I am from Australia, so that might explain things.”
She nodded slowly, letting him guide her back onto her back while he checked her heartbeat. She tilted her head slightly as she looked at him. “You’re really pretty too.”
He hesitated for a minute, before responding, “Thank you.”
“I haven’t met very many pretty doctors,” she said, a tentative hand reaching out and brushing the top of his head, “And you have really pretty hair.”
He laughed, before looking up at her with a smile, “Thank you. I do my best.” He stayed hovering over her for a moment too long, and she leaned up and kissed him gently, using the hand on his head to hold him in place. He pulled back from her gently, “Detective Monroe—”
Suddenly her eyes went wide, and her hand flew up to her mouth, “I wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“No,” he grinned, “No, you weren’t.”
“Oops.”
goddess_loki's. Because she requested a million. I'm gonna try and have the rest of them up before I leave for work today, but if I don't, they'll definitely be up tomorrow.Anyway--Spoiler warning through the season finales for some of these, and some speculation about the premieres.
Will Richards/Darius McDowell:
Darius had never been known for being subtle. And he didn’t beat around the bush either; that was more Will’s thing, along with being really dense. Darius was as upfront as he came, and when he was interested in someone, he let them know it. So after hanging out in college and really getting to know the guy, he knew that he could be upfront with Will, and that wouldn’t scare him off. But his way of being up front, might not have been what Will had expected.
“I like you, dude.”
“I like you too,” he replied, not looking up from what he was doing, “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“No, dude. I like you.”
Will looked up and gave his friend an incredulous look, and Darius rolled his eyes before grabbing him by the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. Will kissed him back for a moment, before Darius pulled back and gave him a look. “Get it now?”
“Yeah—I think I do.”
Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David:
“I hope you’ve learned a lesson in all this,” Ziva began, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Tony looked at her from where he was standing, before giving her a smirk.
“I should have learned a lesson?”
Ziva looked at him incredulously, “Be careful who you trust?”
“What do you want me to do, Ziva, run background check on every girl I meet?”
“Yes, if that’s what you have to do to feel safe.”
He laughed, “Ziva, I can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because that’s ridiculous,” Tony sighed, “I have to be able to trust people without knowing every little thing about them. If I did, how would they be able to trust me?”
“Well, then maybe you should start with someone you already trust,” Ziva said, looking him dead in the eye. Tony met her gaze, before moving in and kissing her lightly, not giving her a chance to back off. When he pulled back, she hesitated for a minute, before smacking him on the shoulder.
“I didn’t mean with me.”
Don Flack/Sam Marquez:
He was really tall. That was the thing that kind of hooked her, never mind the fact that he was a cop, and they fought like cats and dogs—he was really tall. And kinda cute for a cop. He reminded her a bit of Woody, expect he was actually smooth. And he could probably out-snark her if he tried. And he was really tall.
But all of those very attractive qualities were not stopping her from abandoning him at the bar while she went to deal with a whale. And he wasn’t too happy about that.
“Look, Sam, I’m not gonna wait on you for hours on end just so you can yank me around some more, alright? I’m on vacation. I could go find a woman who actually wants to spend time with me.”
She turned and looked at him for a minute, phone attached to her ear, as usual, before walking over and pulling him into a rough kiss (thank God he was sitting or she never would have reached) and when she pulled back, she gave him a small smile.
“I’ll be back in an hour. If you’re still here, I’ll stop yanking you around.”
“OK then.”
Greg Sanders/Lindsay Monroe:
Greg was leaning on the table in the lab, watching as the CSI from Bozeman passed by the window again. He straightened, and headed out behind her, finally catching up with her outside the lab, “Hey, Lindsay!”
Lindsay turned and gave him smile, “What can I do for you, Greg?”
“I have about another fifteen minutes till I get off shift,” he began, sticking his hands in his pockets, “But since its your last night in Vegas, I was wondering if you might want to grab a drink with me later.”
“That’s sweet of you,” she began, her voice slightly teasing, “But I don’t drink with lab techs.”
Greg didn’t make any indication like the words had wounded him at all, and his smile only widened, “What about really, really, cute lab techs, oozing wit and charm?”
She made a look like she was thinking it over, before sucking the air through her teeth, “I dunno—you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”
“What if they’re a really, really cute lab tech who happens to be a really good kisser?” he said, moving closer.
“That could do it,” she nodded, “But you’re going to have to prove it. I’m a CSI—I like evidence.”
He grinned before sliding his hands over her hips and leaning in for a brief kiss. As she pulled back, she gave him a smile, “Fifteen minutes?”
“Yup,” he nodded.
“I’ll see you then.”
Jethro Gibbs/Stella Bonasera:
“No,” Stella said, moving to block him from heading through the doorway.
“No, what?” Gibbs said, staring her down as she crossed her arms in front of his chest.
“No, you’re not going through that door until you kiss me good night,” she said, daring him with a smirk.
“I thought we decided we were over this, Stella,” he smirked, “And that you and me was a bad, bad idea.”
“Maybe,” she shrugged, “But since you decided to insist on paying for the drinks at the bar, and any food we might have bought, and the cab back to this hotel, plus extra in order to make it back to my place, the least I could do is give you a kiss goodnight for your trouble.”
He grinned slightly, before raising an eyebrow, “Then it sounds like you should be kissing me.”
“Guess you’re right,” she smirked, before moving towards him and sliding her hands up to cup his face. She pulled him into a warm kiss, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. After a moment, he pulled back, and gave her a small smile.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing that cab.”
“I don’t think so either.”
Dean Winchester/Cassie Robinson:
“Wow,” Cassie grinned, looking over the car, “That’s a nice ride.”
“Told you so,” Dean grinned back at her, before moving over to run his hands over the hood of the car.
“So,” she smirked, “Do I get a ride?”
“Well,” he said, turning around to lean against the side of the car, “I think I can arrange that. There’d be a small fee.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her in, kissing her once she was close enough. She slid her arms around his neck, threading her fingers into his hair, and when she started to pull back, he tried to keep her from doing so, and she gave him a grin.
“This better be one hell of a ride.”
“Oh, believe me, sweetheart,” he grinned, “It will be.”
Megan Reeves/Colby Granger:
“You’re an ass, you know that,” Megan said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. He ducked his eyes and tried to get his way around her, but she stretched her arm across the front of the doorway, blocking his path out of the break room.
“Megan, I really don’t—”
She walked towards him and pulled him into a kiss, which was the last thing in the world he had expected. Then she pulled back and punched him hard in the shoulder, sending him into the doorframe. She pulled back from him and shook her head.
“This doesn’t mean things are better.” She walked away, and Colby rubbed his shoulder slightly, shaking his head, knowing that that was better than he deserved.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Danny Messer/Jennifer Angell:
Danny froze when he felt something soft collide with the back of his head. He blinked for a minute, before turning around. Angell was standing behind him, hands on her hips, and a look of anger on her face. “What’d I do?”
“You asked out Monroe.”
“When did I do this?”
“After the conflict diamonds case.”
“That was weeks ago,” he began, walking towards her, “She stood me up.”
“So?” she said, giving him a look, “I’m not gonna be your sloppy seconds, Messer.”
He walked over to her quickly, and pulled her into a warm kiss before she could protest. She kissed him back for a minute, and didn’t push him away when she pulled back, “You are anything but.”
Val Malone/David Sinclair:
Val’s idea of buying her sister’s ex-partner a “Welcome to LA” drink seemed to be very much backfiring on her as she was now not-so-sober. And her being not-so-sober combined with his being not-so-sober was making them be a little too friendly with each other. And it just kept escalating until she and David were making out against the side of the taxi he was supposed to be putting her in.
When she pulled back from the kiss, she gave him a look, “What did we do that for?”
He shrugged, “I dunno.”
“I’m gonna go now.”
“OK.”
Allison Cameron/Danny Messer:
Danny felt Cameron’s arms slide around his neck as he kissed her, relaxing her body against his. It was a nice kiss, nicer than he’d had in a while, and despite the fact that she was probably going to slap him when this was all over, it was worth it. There was something about the way she was kissing him that indicated she wasn’t at all opposed to what they were doing. When he finally pulled back from the kiss because he needed to breathe, she rested her forehead against his for a minute, before her face darkened, and he felt the sting of her fingers connecting with his face.
“What the hell was that?”
Robert Chase/Lindsay Monroe:
He was pretty charming for a doctor. But then again she probably figured that came with the territory, bedside manner and all. And she was still feeling a little woozy from the drugs.
“You talk funny.”
OK, maybe more than a little woozy.
He didn’t get angry with her though, just gave her a warm smile, and went back to look at her IV. “That’s what they tell me.”
“But you don’t talk funny like most people from New York do,” she said, shifting slightly so that she was facing him, and then her face lit up a bit, “You talk like the Crocodile Hunter!”
He laughed, “Well, I am from Australia, so that might explain things.”
She nodded slowly, letting him guide her back onto her back while he checked her heartbeat. She tilted her head slightly as she looked at him. “You’re really pretty too.”
He hesitated for a minute, before responding, “Thank you.”
“I haven’t met very many pretty doctors,” she said, a tentative hand reaching out and brushing the top of his head, “And you have really pretty hair.”
He laughed, before looking up at her with a smile, “Thank you. I do my best.” He stayed hovering over her for a moment too long, and she leaned up and kissed him gently, using the hand on his head to hold him in place. He pulled back from her gently, “Detective Monroe—”
Suddenly her eyes went wide, and her hand flew up to her mouth, “I wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“No,” he grinned, “No, you weren’t.”
“Oops.”