So this is my first post of 2012, and what better way to ring in the new year with an almost kiss scene from my new wip Chaos & Dinosaurs: A Love Story.
I haven't talked about it much here but it's a YA Contemporary Romantic Thriller (don't know if that's a genre) that is inspired by Heathers.
I just wrote this scene this morning just for the blogfest but who knows, maybe it will end up in the first draft of Chaos. If you're not sure what this whole No-Kiss Blogfest is then go take a look at Frankie Diane Mallis' blog and read all about it.
I hope you guys decide to check out all of the other entries because I've read a few and they're really good. Mine is a little short but if you want to check out a longer one that I wrote for the first No-Kiss Blogfest when I was fifteen click here and hopefully I improved as a writer since then.
Here you go:
Fox wrapped his arms around me but this time, I didn’t pull away. I don’t know if it was the desperate look in his eyes, or the way his nails delved into my skin through the camisole I wore to bed but I knew that he needed this more than I did. He smelled like a cocktail of things. Cigarette smoke, gasoline, and peppermints.
I rest my head on his chest and listened to his heart. It sounded like thunder, as it thudded against my eardrum.
“Vanessa,” he breathed, his hand grabbing a hold of my chin. His skin felt cold against mine, but I didn’t want him to stop touching me. Our eyes met and it was like they were meeting for the first time, because they explored each other hungrily. His finger found my lips in the semi-darkness of the room, and swept over it, like a kiss, only it didn’t really feel the way a kiss with Fox Rhodes would feel like. This was a boy who had killed for me, a boy who set me on fire without gasoline or matches. I ran my tongue across the tip of his finger, taking it into my mouth, hoping he’d take the hint and give me what I wanted.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered, pushing me up against the wall. Fox placed his hands on either side of my face, and leaned forward. Our foreheads and noses were making out with each other while our lips remained centimeters apart.
“Damn it, Fox.”
He grinned. “You don’t have to swear to get me to kiss you.”
“Then tell me what…”
His lips found my neck. Hot breath prickled the skin there. He was driving me crazy and he hadn’t even kissed me yet. I felt his teeth graze my throat, as his mouth carved their own map into my skin. I leaned my head back, giving him better access, waiting for him to reach his destination. He was getting closer and closer and my lips were burning with anticipation. Part of me wondered if he tasted just like he smelled.
He pulled away.
“What…” I started, looking up at him.
“This is payback,” he said, with a look in his eyes that told me that he had wanted to kiss me just as much as I had wanted to be kissed, only his lust for revenge was stronger, more potent. That's probably why we were drawn to each other. We were so much alike that it hurt.
“You’re an asshole," I breathed, as he dragged his fingers from my temple to the base of my neck, following the path he had made just moments before.
“But that’s one of the many things you love about me." His fingers lingered on my collarbone. He looked down, eyes sweeping over my body for just a fraction of a second. When he looked back up at me a snarky grin was plastered on his face.
"Do you dress like this every night?"
I pushed him away. "Go screw yourself."
Thanks for reading! <3