Today is International Kissing Day and I’m spending my morning coffee break making a list of my favourite fictional kisses. In my mind, I’m wandering my bookshelves, lingering over titles. I wait a moment here or there, to see what my memory comes up with… and I’m starting to get the impression that some of my favourite fictional kisses are the ones that never happened, or the ones we never get to see.
- Ai and Estraven during their trek across the ice.
- Beshir and Julienne in that gorgeous bath.
- Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane in the punt.
Then, there are the kisses we do get to see. And I like the ones who aren’t quite what they might seem. Soubi and Ritsuka in Loveless come to mind here. Their first kiss, chaste as it is, seals a bond to protect them both.
Some kisses are inevitable, like Joel & Kieran’s in Leap of Faith. Others, like Jack and Gareth’s first kiss are unexpected. Some, like the first kiss between Alec and Seregil in Lynn Flewelling’s Nightrunner Series, are sheer gratitude. Georgette Heyer writes some lovely kissing scenes borne from vexation. Goodbye kisses can seem flavoured with desperation, while reunion kisses can be a sight so joyful they make everyone in the vicinity break out in a smile.
Whether hot, sweet, tender, scorching or gentle – kisses come in all flavours. Just like love.
And some kisses are just a tease…. like the kiss between warrior captain Falcon and glass master Minel beneath the image. It’s from my almost-finished fantasy novel Healing Glass. Today seems a good day to introduce the two…
Happy International Kissing Day!
From Healing Glass
“You know how you always say that art needs to be an accurate representation of nature?” Falcon looked so wonderful coming towards Minel in narrow, copper-coloured trews and a deep green shirt that Minel’s breath caught in his throat. His shirtsleeves billowed in the light breeze that swept the long blond strands from his face and brow. He’d loosened the ties at his neck and the flashes of collarbones and the hollow at the base of Falcon’s throat made Minel’s mouth water and his lips itch for a touch.
Falcon gave no sign that he’d noticed Minel’s abstraction. He set the flask and goblets he held on the table and placed the rescued box of chalks beside it. “You know, you always say that art should be true to nature?”
“Yes. What about it?”
“This isn’t quite right.” Falcon produced a sketch book and flipped it open.
All reason and the power of speech left Minel when he saw the page Falcon pointed to. He was sitting on his terrace, right where he sat now, but he wasn’t alone. Falcon sat beside him on the bench. He had one arm slung around Minel’s shoulders, loose and comforting. The other hand cupped Minel’s cheek while they kissed.
“See… if you really held your head like this, it would be awkward and not a little uncomfortable,” Falcon babbled while he took the seat Minel had assigned him in his sketch. “Let me show you.”
Minel didn’t have enough breath to speak or argue or even run away. All he could do was stare like a moonstruck rabbit as Falcon wrapped an arm around his shoulders and raised his hand to cup Minel’s cheek.
“Keep an eye on the mirror and you’ll see.”
Falcon leaned in inch by slow inch until he was close enough for Minel to count his lashes and see the tiny scar beside his left eye. He’d included those in his drawings. What he hadn’t considered was how Falcon’s scent would wrap him up, closer than the arm around his shoulders. How he would feel the warmth of Falcon’s body not just where Falcon touched him, but all along his side and down his front. Or how that warmth would make him shiver…
Despite being surrounded by mirrors, Minel never found out what part of his sketch wasn’t an accurate representation of nature. He closed his eyes the moment Falcon’s lips touched his.