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13 July 2007 @ 04:35 am
Supernatural/Ghost Whisperer Kissing Meme  

These seem to be popping up everywhere, and well I wanted to challenge one as well... heh^^ So without further ado, I present you the first:


1. Just reply to this post with comment fic involving a kiss (platonic, romantic, or candy!).
2. You can write as many as you want!
3. Subject line should include (in this format): Pairing/Characters, Rating, Title
4. No words minimum or maximum!
5. Include warnings if your comment needs it!

and the most important rule: HAVE FUN!

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intimacy_writerintimacy_writer on January 27th, 2009 01:11 am (UTC)
JimSam/Melinda, platonicDulciel, PG, Its Jim (Because I suck at titles)
The man was standing in the middle of the living room, staring up at the sky through the big hole in the roof. The rain was coming down on him in sheets; the bleached bone wood of the cabin floor around his feet was an odd red color. He was refined like sugar (Melinda wasn’t sure where that thought came from, probably blood loss) and lean, his hair had grown out so it was just starting to get unruly, but somehow it fit the wildness in his upturned face.

Some of that blood was probably hers, but some of it was washing off of him. Someone had called her up to the second floor and someone had pushed her

Melinda took a deep breath, “Who are you?”

He looked at her with a vague solemnity that was at the same time barely bridled. She had just wanted to help Jesse Macalbie

“Do you need help crossing over?” she asked. She felt so alone since Jim had left her, well, not left her, but in some ways it was almost worse. And now she would die before he remembered, before he cared about her more than the lady who gave him room and board. The question was a reflex; she would be crossing over herself shortly. She tried not to look at the board protruding from her chest.

The man looked at her and said, “You’re almost dead.”

“Yes.” She took a wet breath that terrified her. “Were you the one who did this to me?”

His head tilted slightly to the side and all of the sudden Melinda felt spilt open, and not just because of the obvious. “No,” his voice was like elementary school, the good parts. Cupcakes in her lunchbox, ice cream money, kiss before you go, valentine’s cards. “But I can save you. Do you want to be saved Melinda?”

“I don’t want to die yet.”

He was in front of her suddenly as she could he wasn’t human.

“Don’t,” she said softly. It didn’t matter even if anyone was looking for her, right now in this room she was alone with whatever this man was. “I’m scared of you.”

He didn’t smile at that, but two fingers came under her chin and she knew he was going to kiss her, but everything was fuzzy now, she just knew that she was married. “Pretend I’m Jim,” he said gently.

“No,” she whispered, “you’re not.”


He wasn’t Jim, she knew that, the shoulders were up too high and the posture too aggressive, if it was Jim he would be leaning back a little, as if welcoming her to rest against him. He would already have her in his arms. But there looking at him, it was easy to believe that it was Jim. That he was her sweetheart. His face was fading into Jim’s.

“You’re not Jim,” she said, but in the next instant her hands had lifted and cupped his cheeks with a few days stubble on them. “Jim, don’t leave me.”

It wasn’t a real kiss. It wasn’t the type of kiss Jim would give her, where he was trying to give her his love like he would give mouth to mouth. He didn’t tilt her head the right way, and didn’t tilt his to the left. And his hands weren’t moving the right way. But a warm voice in the back of her head said over and over again, its Jim, shut up, its Jim. But she was getting something from the kiss, she realized that when she felt the tingle. He was lifting her out of the wreckage, but it didn’t hurt like she thought it would. Her whole body felt warm and safe, fuzzy and comforted. His dry lips slowly moved away from hers, she could see white blue light, like a mist, floating from his mouth in little curls.

That’s what’s making me tingle, she thought absently. He kissed it onto my lips.

His firm, strong hands slowly lowered her to the ground. “Eli is coming, and Jim with him,” he said gently, “you will be safe here.”

“Alright Jim,” she said sleepily. “Don’t forget laundry in the morning, you’re almost out of socks.”
intimacy_writerintimacy_writer on January 27th, 2009 01:14 am (UTC)
Re: JimSam/Melinda, platonicDulciel, PG, Its Jim (Because I suck at titles)
(feel free to comment, I don't have much fanfic experience and some input would be amazing)