Kisses for thought
Jan. 28th, 2004 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxI was reading Em's DJ earlier and saw the post where she talked about first kisses with Jon. So, that got me thinking: Describe the events that surrounded your first and/or second kiss, and any other moments you'd like to share, with your current significant other. Or, for the singles, the last one you really loved.
Here's mine:
It was November, and we'd spent three months agonizing over being unable to see or touch each other since May when we'd only been friends. So we decided to meet when I went home for the holiday. My parents and I arrived at the Islip airport on Long Island, but his flight had been delayed three hours due to snow. I was shaking and nauseous and completely freaked out. Finally the plane landed and we waited in the terminal. He was one of the very last people out (he'd planned it that way), and as everyone came through Mom kept asking if I knew what he looked like now and I said I'd just know, and then I saw him and I knew, mostly because he was one of the tallest there and had the broadest shoulders, and also because he was wearing a bright teal blue shirt, a black vest and jeans, blue sunglasses, and carrying a long white flower box under one arm. We saw each other and locked eyes and we froze in panic and then he took off the glasses and stared at me and I took off running and jumped into his arms (well, arm) and he lifted me off my feet and held me really tight and I clung to his neck and we whispered "Hi" and just kept hugging and breathing each other in, and I felt him pull his head back so I automatically turned my head and I guess you could say I kissed him first, because he was rather stunned (he hates planes and he was in a tiny one, so that was part of it). It sent warm elecrtic shivers down my spine. Then he pulled away and put me down and I was blushing hard and couldn't look at him, so I just took the box and led him to my parents. When we were in the car, I reached for his hand first. Damn, we were nervous. I think I was also the one who initiated my own deflowering attempt a couple days later, too. And I thought I was the shy one! (the real time didn't happen till a month later, in his own room, and it was much better, less nervous).
But the second kiss came when we were home, and he was unpacking his bags in the studio/guest room across from mine, and was surprised when I said he'd be sleeping in my bed. He walked over and kissed me nice and sweet and that made me melt. Still does.
Here's mine:
It was November, and we'd spent three months agonizing over being unable to see or touch each other since May when we'd only been friends. So we decided to meet when I went home for the holiday. My parents and I arrived at the Islip airport on Long Island, but his flight had been delayed three hours due to snow. I was shaking and nauseous and completely freaked out. Finally the plane landed and we waited in the terminal. He was one of the very last people out (he'd planned it that way), and as everyone came through Mom kept asking if I knew what he looked like now and I said I'd just know, and then I saw him and I knew, mostly because he was one of the tallest there and had the broadest shoulders, and also because he was wearing a bright teal blue shirt, a black vest and jeans, blue sunglasses, and carrying a long white flower box under one arm. We saw each other and locked eyes and we froze in panic and then he took off the glasses and stared at me and I took off running and jumped into his arms (well, arm) and he lifted me off my feet and held me really tight and I clung to his neck and we whispered "Hi" and just kept hugging and breathing each other in, and I felt him pull his head back so I automatically turned my head and I guess you could say I kissed him first, because he was rather stunned (he hates planes and he was in a tiny one, so that was part of it). It sent warm elecrtic shivers down my spine. Then he pulled away and put me down and I was blushing hard and couldn't look at him, so I just took the box and led him to my parents. When we were in the car, I reached for his hand first. Damn, we were nervous. I think I was also the one who initiated my own deflowering attempt a couple days later, too. And I thought I was the shy one! (the real time didn't happen till a month later, in his own room, and it was much better, less nervous).
But the second kiss came when we were home, and he was unpacking his bags in the studio/guest room across from mine, and was surprised when I said he'd be sleeping in my bed. He walked over and kissed me nice and sweet and that made me melt. Still does.
