Writing Exercise, stolen from spongetastic

[notaballad]

Leave a comment with one of four choices:

A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the nose.
A kiss on the neck.
A kiss on the lips.

Once you leave a comment with your choice, I’ll write you something with our characters and your request.

Comments

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Lips :D

[thatsamesadsong.livejournal.com]

damn you got mine XD

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

No reason why we can't share, Jude.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

Hoooooot. It's every guy's fantasy to be with twins, right?

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

Joshua Turner leapt out of the back of the non-descript black van with a loud whoop! that echoed throughout the parking garage. To say that he was feeling pretty good about himself would be an understatement. He'd had what was quite possibly the most awesome evening of his life -- he'd met up with a girl, he'd wooed said girl, they'd had an amazing seaside tryst and he'd successfully broken into her daddy's vault. Once he was finished with his Treatment, the girl and he were going to head off into the sunset with the money and jewels they'd gotten from the old man's safe.

He was feeling pretty high on life at the moment, so much so that he was grabbing random people who were headed toward their own cars and spinning them around, dipping them, kissing them on the cheek. He let go of one startled lady as his gaze settled on a man about his age, dressed in a sharp-looking pinstripe suit. Joshua smirked and sauntered over to the man, placing his hands on either side of the man's face and locking lips with him in a heated, exuberant kiss.

Something about the feel of the man's lips against his own sparked a sense of recognition, and When he pulled back, he panted out a quiet "Kilo..." He grinned eagerly and started to lean in for a second kiss, but was disappointed because Kilo dodged his kiss.

"Not here," Kilo said, his mouth barely moving. "Later."

Quebec nodded a little and stepped back, grinning as his handler moved up, grabbing his shoulder. "C'mon, Joshua, you don't want to miss your Treatment," the handler said gruffly.

"Dude, you're harshing my mellow!" Quebec said, back in the character of the party boy/petty thief Joshua. "I'm just doing a little celebrating. Life is good!"

As he headed toward the elevator, moving past the man in the business suit, his fingers ever so slightly brushed across the man's palm and he saw a quirk of the man's lips out of the corner of his eye. He entered the elevator, content in the knowledge that he'd have Kilo to himself later.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

That waas awesome and made me giggle a bit. ♥

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

Yay! That's totally what I was going for :D ♥