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The Mother of All Logs

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings

Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!

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[For just a moment there, when their lips were barely touching, Rose thought he might pull away from her, everything leading up to this point so slow, almost timid, like two animals who had crossed paths in the wild trying to work out if they were friend or foe.

A surge of excitement went through her as he pulled her to him, surprise turning to need as the brunette responded in kind. She was no stranger to intimacy so it was not so much the idea of this boy that had her holding her breath, but the idea he might vanish the second she pressed on.

She didn't even know his name and yet that thought was so very far from her mind as she allowed the pressure of his hand on her back to curve her body against his, the hand that had been tentative now moving up his chest, along the curve of shoulder and neck to cup the back of his head. Rose finger's ran through the length of his hair as her lips parted, head tilting as her tongue begged entry, allowing her partner to lead and yet prompting him at each turn.]

[He parted his lips against hers, one hand cupping the side of her face as his fingers threaded themselves through her hair, holding her to him as though he were afraid the kiss might break if he let her go. He was finally forced to pause for air, though he didn't seem particularly pleased about it, gasping for breath before claiming her lips a second time, the hard brush of teeth making itself known against her lower lip.]

More.

[It was a brief, curt command between kisses, simple and yet laden with possibilities.]

[Rose could feel things escalate quickly and it was that out of control feeling that brought with it the exhilaration, like riding a roller-coaster for the very first time, never knowing when it would turn and dip, making her stomach flip over as he grabbed her head, the two becoming a tangle of limbs as the intensity of the kiss grew.

When it broke she whimpered, sucking air into her lungs, her body still pressed to his as she fought to catch her breath. She didn't want to stop, his nearness no longer enough, Rose's body now rolling against his to create friction between them, her fingers curling around the length of his hair as if it might stop him from pulling away from her as her pulse raced and hormones raged.

That one word, though a command, Rose read as a challenge and no longer was she content to just prompt him, her mouth crushing against his again, tongue seeking his, almost trying to steal his breath as a moan vibrated against their lips. The hand that had once so gently covered his now dropped away, grabbing at the hem of his shirt and tugging the material, eager fingertips seeking the brush of bare skin.]

[The kissing ended abruptly, though not for lack of desire, as Connor suddenly closed a strong hand around her wrist, keeping her from pulling at his shirt. He pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, but put no distance between them. His eyes were hard, dangerous, looking at her as though she were some kind of prey.]

Not here. Somewhere else.

[Rose gasped when he broke the kiss again, letting out an almost frustrated huff as she wet lips that felt bruised from the kiss. Somewhere in this, it had stopped being about the mistletoe and started being her own want that had driven her to go on but when he grabbed her wrist, anger flashed in her eyes and Rose twisted her arm in an attempt to regain the upper hand.

There was something hauntingly familiar about the look he levelled her with, Rose reminded of the killer who had worn her former lovers face. He was still so close, their bodies firm against one another and despite her better judgement she couldn't deny the pull to this stranger, moving to kiss him again yet pulling back, her actions mirroring the conflict in her head.

The silence that hung in the air was long, Rose closing her eyes, breathing hard, her forehead now pressed against his as she tried to clear the haze from her head.]

Where?

[He doesn't pull back, leaving his forehead pressed to hers, though he does ease his hold on her arm -- just a little bit.]

Near here.

[His voice was low, demanding. He'd yet to sleep in his apartment, but Jin had showed him where it was. They could have been there in a matter of minutes. It would do.]

I have a place.

[It wasn't exactly consent on Rose's part but it certainly wasn't a refusal either, the brunette still not sure if she wanted this, or if she just wanted something to break up the monotony of being here. Maybe some people found excitement in New Moore, but not Rose. She went from having a purpose, to having a life that meant something and yet now, in this place? The highlight of her day was going for a run or when they had Chinese take-out instead of pizza.]

Okay... [But she needed to say more, to leave herself with the out.]

But I'm not having sex with you.

[Not even sure if she was telling the truth when those words passed her lips but she wanted the out, she wanted to feel like she could walk away any time she wanted to but more than that, she didn't want to stop whatever this was, not just yet anyway.]

Not... not for sure.

[Because a part of her knew that the second they were behind closed doors, the second they were alone and all over each other like before, well there was a point of no return and she'd never been good out stopping before she passed it.]

[It took him a moment to process exactly what that meant. He had been acting on instinct; the thought of actually discussing where this seemed to be leading had not occurred to him. Was it something people normally discussed?

Holtz had never wanted to talk about it. It was something to be brushed aside, swept under the rug, of no use to a boy who lived in hell. He hadn't been prepared for any sort of life beyond acting as an instrument of revenge in the event of their escape.

Slowly, he nodded, conceding.

That seemed reasonable.]

Okay... okay. That's fine.

[Discussing things wasn't exactly a forte of hers either, but neither was stopping long enough to have this kind of conversation, to even consider the idea that doing whatever this was, somewhere not out in the open, was probably a good idea.

They were still close, wrapped up in each other, his body pressed against her own making it hard for her to think clearly.]

Okay.

[Breathing hard still, Rose's fingers ran through his hair, her mouth pressing against his again, as if to see if that rush she felt was still as strong as before. The surge that went through her made Rose groan against his lips and when she broke this time it was to nod, breathing in an out in a weak attempt to cool herself down.]

Okay, lead the way.

[The only reply came in the form of a single, stiff nod. He kept her close as he lead the way to the apartment building, his hand still closed around her wrist, though loosely, occasionally stopping to steal another kiss before walking another leg, not wanting her to stray too far or change her mind about following him.

He shut and locked the door behind them once they arrived. It was more or less as Jin had described it, and he paused to sniff the air once. No Jin. Good. They were alone. Turning to face her, he slipped both wiry arms around her waist and pulled her against him, eagerly crushing his lips against hers before planting a trail of gentler kisses against her jawline.]

You're beautiful.

[Those kisses were the very thing that kept her from thinking too much, like a slow drip feed of lust to keep her thoughts on him and not on what the hell she was doing going to the apartment of a boy whose name she didn't even know.

Roses eyes moved over the scattered belongings, the windows in the room, subconsciously looking for exits, something born from habit rather than a concern for her own safety. You could take the Guardian out of her home but a girl trained from the time she could walk would never be able to relax.

The kiss focused her once more, Rose's hands cupping his face, fingertips skimming cheekbones as they moved back through his hair. She tipped her chin, exposing the curve of her neck, his words sending a rush of excitement that started in her chest and made her stomach swirl, making the brunette turn her head so she could meet his gaze.]

I'm Rose.

[A simple reply, her voice barely above a whisper, made husky with desire.]

Connor.

[It was an automatic response, his own voice low and dangerous as something almost completely foreign began to take hold of him. Lust was a thing he had only ever caught a passing glimpse of, only brushed with his very fingertips before the source had been yanked away so suddenly that he never quite realized what it is he had touched.

He began to kiss his way along her neck as the curve of it became exposed, each kiss warm and lingering just a touch longer than the last. One arm remained firmly around her waist, deceptively strong when one considering how very thin he was, and he used it to guide her towards the couch, doing his best to keep her warmth pinned against him.

He paused for the briefest of moments as the back of his legs met with the sofa, as though something had suddenly occurred to him.]

I promise... I won't hurt you.

[His voice had softened, almost pleading.]

I didn't mean... I don't want to scare you.

[An almost silent warning pulsed in the back of her head, a Dhampir trained to sense danger the way a fisherman could feel their catch before it even took the bait and yet it didn't fit, the near menace of Connor's voice at war with his touch, those kisses making a shiver slide down her spine as he pulled her across the room, her own fingers twitching with a need to touch him as his lips found her pulse.

Nobody had ever spoken to her like that and she very nearly laughed, surprise making her eyes widen as she pulled back enough to look at him.]

You can't hurt me.

[It was a statement of fact, not an assurance, Rose's features relaxing at his change in tone, even a hint of a smile touching her mouth, as if the brunette had a secret that she wasn't sharing. She lifted her hand to brush the hair from Connor's face, her lips brushing his temple, his jaw, teasing at his lips.]

And I don't scare easily.

[Some of that arrogance Rose had always been known for shining through as her mouth claimed his, practically trying to steal his breath as she pressed him back towards the couch.]

[He toppled backwards, all but falling onto the couch and suddenly hopelessly awkward, the adrenaline rush beginning to fade as he let her take the lead for the time being. He returned each ardent kiss eagerly, long fingers tangling themselves in her dark hair as he held her lips against his, breaking only when it was absolutely necessary to breathe and even then, only for the briefest of moments.

He regained some of the confidence that had been inspired by instinct, leaning back so that his head came to rest against the arm of the sofa and putting a hand against her hip to guide her on top of him, blindly, his vision hindered by the fact that he could not brings himself to stop kissing her long enough to tend to anything else.]

Good... that's good. I'm glad.

[They fell to the couch in a tangle of limbs, knees and elbows digging into ribcage and thighs as they tried to find their rhythm, bodies clumsy even if their lips seemed to find their way to each other, the desperation of wanting more making this a flustered frenzy of touches as Rose found her way on top of Connor, her legs sinking into the cushions as she straddled him.

All that was missing was a six foot something Russian storming in like death in a cowboy duster, Rose breaking a second to breathe as that image popped into her head. That day seemed like a lifetime ago and she'd thought she'd changed a lot since then and yet, here she was, only a couple of months in this place and she might as well have been that girl that had been dragged back to the Academy by an army of Guardians and not the one who had grown up fast in the space of twelve months.

Rose pressed her forehead to his, their arms a cage that kept them in this unrealistic haze of want and yet as Rose tried to catch her breath, words that had been spoken to her a long time ago pounded in her head.]

Why are we doing this? Exactly? I mean it's nice, and it feels – really, really good...

[Unsure if she was trying to talk herself into this, or out of it.]

[Confusion flickered across his face, darkened his eyes. One hand remained at her hip while the other cupped the side of her face, his fingers slipping from her hair. He studied her for a moment, eyebrows knit together in thought as though he struggled to understand the question.]

Why?

[It was an echo, more than anything, but with the question between them now, he honestly wasn't sure.

Why?

Why did anyone do this, anyway?]

... it feels right. Doesn't it feel right?

[It felt good, it felt exciting but she wasn't sure it actually felt right. Rose could too easily imagine the judgement in Dimitri's voice, an echo of her past but that memory brought with it more recent ones, a bitterness tightening her chest that she mentally tried to shake off. Maybe if his opinion still mattered a damn to her she would have gotten up and left this apartment but after all had been said and done? He had no say in what she did any more and he'd made it clear he didn't care.]

Yeah...

[Pushing thoughts of the life she'd lived before here to the back of her mind.]

Yeah it does.

[With those three words her lips sought his once more, Rose's fingers combing back through his hair as her tongue pressed forward to taste him. A soft moan vibrated against Connor's lips and she pressed her chest to his, trying to steal his warmth as her leg stretched out to rub against his body.]

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