Kisses for thought

[brightrosefox]

I 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.

Comments

Aww...very sweet... *Grins*

[moronqueen.livejournal.com]

The first time I actually saw Jon in real life, it was at his graduation party (which...was something like 3 years after he left school...yeah, I was confused *G*), and I was a lil' nervouse and very suprised that I was invited, since...well, we'd only spoke online before. I knew it would be ok, though...deep down. BUT...he was up on the trampoline, flippin' around...he had his hair long, and beautiful blond with sun streaks through out...he was tan and just built beautifully from working out and being in ironworking. The sky was blue, the sun was warm and the clouds were all sortsa fluffy.

I remember looking up at him, grinning impishly, and saying "So...did someone call for a Moron?"

"MO!! You made it!" He jumped down, hugged me...looked down at me and asked, "...where'd the rest of you go? You're so short!"

*sniggers* It was a great day...beautiful weather, very nice people...met his family, too, as he did mine, breifly (at the car "Your daughter is very huggable!" *G*)...our RL friendship started...and just blossomed from there. Something I'll never, ever forget. :)

Re: Aww...very sweet... *Grins*

[brightrosefox.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'll never forget ours, either. It was May and he'd originally planned to come to NY to see me and try and hook up, but the month before, Ben had dumped me and hooked up with Jinx, so I was very vulnerable, and he didn't want to chance scaring or hurting me. Then a couple of weeks before his trip here, he started talking to Jinx on the phone, met the ghost of his past in the clone of his ex-fiancee, got very confused, and wound up spending the whole week with her wondering if the gods were either giving him a second chance or the chance to say goodbye again, and thinking that I was very beautiful and wondering why he wasn't with me, and then looking at her and thinking "But...but...it's Erica again! What!?"
But when I saw him his hair was long and sun-streaked and shaved on the sides and back, his eyes were piercing blue, he was tan and muscled, and all I could think was "can't touch him, he's hers now, I lost him, can't touch him..." but he did hug me and it produced such a wonderful feeling. I was so terrified because I know we both felt like this was some bizarre dream... Then Jinx, being the flighty nut she is, broke it off after he went home to MD and he turned to me for comfort over phone and online. That's how it started. So I do have to thank Jinxy for that, because I know that we'd both needed all that time to pull ourselves together, and him being with her for that week gave us the chance to realize what we really wanted. :)

hmmmm

[ronin-lethe.livejournal.com]

well, our first kiss was years and years ago, 1997 or so. but that's not a very good story. although, after i basically jumped him and he turned me down, neither of us was uncomfortable about it. he would watch me sleep in his bed, just stay up all night and watch me, because he said he would. one night he held me all night, i was asleep, his shoulder popped out of joint, and he didn't move. he popped it right back into socket, dealing with the pain, because he didn't want to wake me. didn't want to let me go.
our first kiss, really, was last february. we were at penn station. he was leaving. i was crying. it was like being torn in half, every time he would go. and he went to walk down the stairs and i stood there with my arms wrapped around myself, and he turned and came back and kissed me. i don't know which of us was more surprised. and then he walked down the stairs and got on the train and didn't look back.
gods i'm glad those days are over.

Re: hmmmm

[brightrosefox.livejournal.com]

Me too! That story was really sweet; I've always wanted to know. Thanks!
Adam and I have had that exact same torture happen every time we said goodbye. First time, when he flew bad to MD after Thanksgiving, we'd taken a Jitney back to NYC, then a bus to Purchase, and Tish and Kenny drove us to the Westchester airport, and Adam and I stood there holding each other, and he whispered, "Say it, Juliet." and I sobbed, "Good night! Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow..." and we kissed and walked him in. Then Tish and I headed back to the car. I started crying on her shoulder. Then I looked up and he was running back toward me with his black duster flying behind him, with pain on his face, and he grabbed me so my feet left the ground, dipped me, and kissed me with so much force that my head spun. Turns out the plane was claustrophobically tiny and he just didn't want to get on it and leave me...but he had to... gods, the pain has turned to sweet memory indeed.

Re: hmmmm

[ronin-lethe.livejournal.com]

yeah, every time one of us would have to leave i would press my fists to my mouth and whisper "just walk away fast, just walk away fast" over and over and over.

then i'd go get stinking, blind drunk.