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Firsts - Wednesday

Happy Wednesday Folks!

Today I thought we'd try out one of my favorite things (and see if LJ won't eat my post this time): First times! Of course, this can mean so many things from first steps, first words, first day at school to first crush, first kiss, first car, first sex, first fight, first time off world, first time coming home...the possibilities are endless.

Please remember to follow the rules, no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 in any one fandom. Feel free to come back and prompt more if yours get answered in the course of the day.

Please be kind to our hard working code-monkeys and format your prompts properly:

SPN, John, first night alone
Leverage, Eliot, first kill
Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, first awkward kiss

As always, if none of today's prompts tickle your fancy go visit our lonely prompts and pick one out for yourself.

Have fun folks!



Aug. 5th, 2009 02:30 pm (UTC)
Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, first kiss
Aug. 9th, 2009 05:56 am (UTC)
"You are the MOST horrible kisser I've ever had to kiss," Shawn said, a little breathless, eyes still staring intently at Lassiter's lips.

His great mood was dissipating quickly. It was all that beer, he was sure of it. He didn't say anything though, just went back to staring at his drink.

"You're also a sad drunk."

He shrugged, it was the truth after all. He was horrible at relationships, horrible at drowning himself in alcohol.

"Oh come on! You seriously cannot think I meant it!"

He was having a little trouble following Shawn (no big news there), so he turned back to his companion sitting next to him on the bar stool.


"I said I didn't exactly mean...that...you're a bad, you know." Shawn fidgeted uncomfortably.

"What did you mean then?" His head was swirling with something like nausea, and he was starting to feel hopeful inside, no matter how hard he tried to squash the feeling down to bitter disappointment.

"What I meant is that maybe, hopefully, sometime in the near future, we could do it some more."

It came out sounding like a question, Shawn's eyes hopeful, and seemingly deep in the low light.

It was ridiculous that Shawn thought he'd say no to him- well, maybe he could understand where Shawn was coming from after all the threats of shooting and arresting him. But this was different than from when Shawn was trying to waltz into the station and steal his cases.

This was something he had wanted too.
Aug. 10th, 2009 02:21 am (UTC)
Awww! This makes me want hug Lassiter and make him feel better. Oh, wait, that's Shawn's job.

I really like this fic! It brings out the emotional stuff and how they're really not that great at trust or communication. But there's kissing! And promise of more kissing!

Thanks so much for writing this - it's perfect :)
Aug. 10th, 2009 04:56 am (UTC)
Heee~ Thanks! I love when there's kissing. (:


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