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cris • tee • nuh ([info]cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2009-09-15 21:08:00


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First Kiss!
Give me a pairing, and I'll give you their first kiss! If it happened in game, I'll...figure something out! Doesn't have to be OTPS!



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Archie + Izzie
[info]cristina_lacosa
2009-09-18 06:03 am UTC (link)
"Well, Miss. Egg! I do believe this is the end of our rather lovely daaa---er---evening. Definitely not a--date. Just a strictly professional evening."

Isobel smirked up at the ministry official--Archie. His offer to have drinks to rectify his rather unsavory manner of arresting her and causing such issues with her studio had gone...well, rather well. Izzie didn't normally go out for drinks, as she wasn't very good at holding her liquor. She was leaning quite heavily on the railing of the restaurant they'd just exited, trying to feign great interest in whatever Archie had to say.

"Not a date," she repeated with a firm nod, that sent her mind spinning uncomfortably. Archie grinned broadly, his cheeks flushed because he too had been having a splendid time at the bar (and apparently knew the bartender had some faulty charms, and therefore finagled, blackmailed?, free drinks out of him).

"Yes! Not a date! This was the best not-date I ever had, I'll have you---" he hiccuped, "know!"

Izzie giggled at the hiccup, making Archie grin, and she blushed. Blushed. She shouldn't be blushing because he was smiling at her. He was her sworn enemy. She had banned him from her life! Except she was doing a pretty shoddy job at it, because now he was offering to walk her home, because neither of them were in any position to apparate.

"I dunno how to get home from here," she said, feeling dizzy at just thinking of the route. Archie looked perplexed for a moment, and then a idea-sprung finger shot into the air.

"Then we shall go to my flat, because I do know how to get there, and I will make sure you are sober before you get back--" another hiccup, and she giggled again, and he smiled again, and she blushed again, "--home."

"You're cute when you hiccup," Izzie said lazily as they began to walk in crooked lines down the pavement. Archie grabbed her arm so she didn't wander off and get hit by a car, and was once again grinning.

"I'm glad you think so! Because I think you're cute all the time! But I have to remain professional since you're a suspect."

"I'm not a suspect anymore!" Izzie argued, but she felt her cheeks reddening again; he thought she was cute? "You've cleared my whole entire studio, and everything is---fine! So...so I'm not a suspect anymore!" They'd stopped walking, because Izzie could not have possibly said so much and figured out those details and have her feet moving at the same time. She gave him another nod, watching the world behind him spin, "You don't have to act professional anymore."

Archie's mouth pressed into a thin line as he seemingly went over her logic. Izzie knew she was right, she'd signed all the papers and paid all the fines. Archie was officially off her case, and she'd never have to see him after this.

--Except he'd just leaned forward and kissed her, taking her by the waist and pulling her close. Izzie froze for a moment, but then she allowed her body to arch into the curve of--Archie, and sling her arms over his shoulders.

Yes, this definitely was not a strictly professional relationship, anymore.

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