FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2011.
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It’s February and yes, that means: time for the kiss battle. Friend kisses, loving kisses, angry kisses, familial kisses, porny kisses, mouth to mouth or mouth to cheek or mouth to [insert body part here] -- all are welcome!
Guidelines for the game:
- All kisses welcome! Gen, shippy, family, friendship!
- Be kind to other people’s character/relationship choices. :) Everyone is welcome!
- Seriously, everyone is welcome - Livejournal, Dreamwidth, OpenID, whatever!
- When leaving prompts, leave one prompt per comment with the subject line: FANDOM - CHARACTERS/SHIP and your prompt in the comment body. (EX: FFVII - Cloud/Reno)
- Prompt early, prompt often and leave as many as you want!
- Prompts can be filled multiple times.
- No prompts required if you desire a kiss blitzkrieg; just post it as a reply to the entry!
- Tell your friends!
EDIT - Make sure you're watching the later pages, too -- there are a lot of fantastic prompts hiding there that would like some kissing~!
FFVII/? - Reno/Character of your choice
Date: 2011-02-02 04:45 am (UTC)On The Rocks - Reno/Tifa, PG
Date: 2011-02-02 06:54 pm (UTC)The door swings open and Tifa sighs, because the place is already packed; the sigh becomes a grimace as she spots those googles and the tell-tale red ponytail. Usually she doesn't mind serving the Turks - much; they tip well and are generally good at minding their own business - but Reno has been particularly obnoxious as of late because he injured himself on a mission he won't tell her about and seems to be spending all of his energy coming up with terrible drink recipes for her to waste her precious alcohol on.
He swaggers up to the bar, and two of her feebler-looking customers slide off of their barstools to make room for him. He has a new cast on the broken arm. It looks like Elena has already covered it with stick figures in terribly inappropriate positions. He catches her looking and smirks.
"Hello, Reno." For a fleeting second she hopes her voice doesn't sound as exhausted as she feels - but then she thinks, to hell with it: let Reno know just how tired she is before he does anything awful. "What disgusting concoction can I put together for you tonight?"
Reno grins and waggles his eyebrows as he reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. "I did research," he says. "You should be paying me for this."
"The last drink you made curdled," TIfa reminds him. "You made a bum vomit all over the bathroom stall when you bought everyone a round."
His grin turns sly. "But Rude cleaned it up, yo? I think he's sweet on you. We named it Puketopia." He puts his casted elbow down on the edge of the paper and smooths it out with his other hand. "Anyway, I found this one online. I think you'll like it. It's special."
Costan Kiss, Tifa manages to read upside-down before Reno hides the recipe. "What," she asks, because she knows the slang. "Is this another one you have to lick out of a glass using only your tongue? Reno, I swear to heaven, if you break another glass doing inappropriate things with your mouth--"
"Oh, no, it's way better than that." Reno finishes smoothing the paper and passes it to her. "You have to serve it the traditional way, too."
Her eyes flick down the page. To her surprise, it's just a standard drink, much like a Sunrise Sour only with a splash of gin and cranberry. "What's the trick?"
"The real way," Reno says with a grin that's a little too seriously manic for her to deal with at the moment, "means with a kiss at the end of it. It's what they do in Costa."
Tifa's already mixing when she hears this, and she thinks about stopping, but that means Reno wins. She isn't sure what this little play-by-play is, or why Reno has seriously been coming by every day; there have to be more interesting things to do back at Shinra's new headquarters. She isn't sure why his eyes keep flickering to her or why he likes to tease her so much about Rude. Gin, then whiskey. She knows how to make a decent shot. This one's a double, because he'll need it.
She plunks it down on the bar in front of him with a challenge in her eyes. "The traditional way?" she asks, and she's almost purring.
Reno's lips curve into an unfairly attractive smirk. "You know it," he says. "Cheers." He raises the glass, and then downs it in way less time than she expected; slams it into the wood and then he's suddenly leaning over the bar, right in her face, and how did he get so damn close?
"I'm not done yet," Reno murmurs, and he's expecting her to back down. Instead, Tifa takes a step forward and grabs him, kissing him with force, so hard it takes him off guard.
Then she tosses him backwards, hard, past his barstool. He crumples onto the ground with a surprised little 'o' on his mouth. She's an artist; she picked an angle where he wouldn't jar his arm. He looks up at her from the ground, and from the look on his face, he's about halfway between punching her and laughing his ass off.
"The traditional way, you said." Tifa shakes her hair back behind her shoulders in the sudden silence. "That's how we serve 'em in Nibelheim."
The crowd bursts out in cheers and laughter, and Reno's mouth curves up into a smile, and he gives her a tiny little nod, acknowledging her win.
Re: On The Rocks - Reno/Tifa, PG
Date: 2011-02-02 07:23 pm (UTC)Re: On The Rocks - Reno/Tifa, PG
Date: 2011-02-02 09:25 pm (UTC)Re: On The Rocks - Reno/Tifa, PG
Date: 2011-02-03 07:39 pm (UTC)Re: On The Rocks - Reno/Tifa, PG
Date: 2011-02-07 12:04 pm (UTC)And the actual fic is more amazing than I could have possibly dreamed.