The best Lothere kisses

Submitted by Verity on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 02:29.

I was just reading the chapter where Ilyaine find Malcom in the tavern with Aengus hot on her heels and gets an exceedingly raunchy kiss from Malcom and it gave me an idea. A topic dedicated to the very best kissing moments from the many years of Lothere history. At the moment I just have the one I thought of which is the chapter where Baby runs out into the rain wanting to die and Malcom follows her and they kiss in an extremely rainy, sexy manner. Maybe you can help me out Lothere since I can't seem to find it

So, any ideas?

General Discussion

This was my favorite Lothere

Submitted by PenelopetheFox on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 05:05.

This was my favorite Lothere kiss, hands down.

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Here's mine:

http://www.lothere.com/chapter/630

Heheh, Verity I remember

Submitted by Lothere on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 06:51.

Heheh, Verity I remember that chapter as the gemstone chapter since I went hogwild with jewel-toned metaphor in that one. But the title is "Iylaine sees what she wants".

He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to him. His face was dark and streaming with rain, like all the world, but his eyes shone like a cat's with their own cold fire.

He did not even need to speak. She saw at once that she was wrong about everything.

She threw herself against him. "Malcolm!"

She closed her eyes and tried to find his mouth with hers, but their faces were slippery, and even his stubbly chin was sleek with rain. She dug the nails of one hand into his back to keep it from sliding across his wet skin, and with the other she hung onto his hair, squeezing great fistfuls of it, kneading the water into it.

Her gentle Malcolm was no less ferocious with her. He tipped her off balance until her bare feet scrabbled in the mud and she had no choice but to hang onto him. He tugged on her wet hair with his free hand, tipping her head back so he could nip at her neck.

She tried to struggle with him, to see what he would do. He only growled at her and held her tighter.

Iylaine sobbed in relief. All she wanted was to be inside, by her fire, where there would be light enough for her to see his beloved eyes that shone like cat's eyes and glittered like topaz.

My vote is with Pen's, though. The best Lothere kiss to date was Malcolm and Rua:

Suddenly he was a boy of less than fifteen himself, kissing a girl for the first time, learning how a mouth besides his own could taste and feel. He was old and jaded, and he had kissed hundreds of girls, but nothing had prepared him for Lasrua. Her mouth was cool and wet and sweet, like a ripe plum plucked at night and bitten with the dew still on it, and it only made a man hungrier the more he ate of it.

As for him, never had any comparison of passion to fire seemed so apt, however poetic. In a few moments he would be consumed entirely, like a log in a furnace—but perhaps logs too gloried in the flames. Surely their entire tranquil lives as trees were meant only to prepare them for their passionate deaths. Malcolm was not certain he had not been born for this.

She had only struggled briefly and soon relaxed, opening her mouth to him and letting him guide her as if she too were kissing for the first time and trying to learn. Perhaps she truly was.

Her lips were alive and rippling beneath his, but her body went limp, almost pouring itself out of his grasp. When he lifted his head to look at her properly, her face fell as still as a quiet lake, in spite of the rain that pattered over it, in spite of his breath.

Malcolm knew that look, but he had never called it forth merely by kissing a girl.

There must be something about kissing in the rain?

There's not much to the prose but I also liked this 'un, from "Iylaine finds the water wet"

There again were the half-closed eyes and the half-opened mouth, but this time the eyes were looking at him, and this time the mouth was so very close to his. He looked at her until her eyes closed quite, and then he kissed her, truly.

Awwwwww!

And Synne's first kiss in "Synne's long battle begins":

He looked at her again, startled to hear her speak, and further surprised to see her smile. He seemed to shudder with a surge of self-confidence, and his hand came to life and clutched hers so tightly that she nearly opened her mouth to gasp. She could not, however, because his own mouth was upon it.

She was being kissed! That was all she knew. Was she supposed to do something? She closed her eyes: she knew that much. Something else? What was she doing? She thought that it must be wrong to move her head, because his other hand came up and settled on the back of it to steady her. He seemed to know what to do. Oh! she hoped he would not do anything with his tongue, as little Emma had warned. If he did, she did not know what she would do.

She was so busy thinking that she was being kissed and worrying that she was doing something wrong that afterwards she could not remember how it felt at all. She did not know whether it was a short kiss or a long kiss, a good kiss or poorly done, or anything...

But it did eventually come to an end. He stared at her with his head still close to hers and his hand still on the back of her neck. His eyes were oddly pleading, as if he were hurt and confused and needed help.

Poor boy! He was so shy, and she knew he would be afraid he had done wrong. She couldn't let him think so—not now, when they would have to travel together and stand before his father together. If she let him believe he had done wrong, she did not think he would dare look at her again for weeks.

So she smiled at him, and he smiled at her in relief.

Then his one hand dropped away, and the other that held her hand brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of it, and the backs of her fingers, and then the fingertips from underneath, and then her palm, and then he pulled it up across his cheek and held it there for a moment, with his eyes half-closed and turned away from her face.

At that moment he did not look like the Murchad she knew, and she was frightened of him. He breathed through his mouth, through his open lips; and she remembered that he had just kissed her with those lips, and she was afraid.

But the hand on his cheek seemed to calm him, and after a moment he was only Murchad again, and he laid her hand on her knee and let it go.

"That was very nice," he said.

That one actually got hotter after the kiss was over. Go Murchad!

Ooh ooh and we can't forget Conrad and Maggot. They kiss all the time! And seem to be getting quite good at it!

"Show me," he whispered.

His face was so close to hers she could feel his breath on her cheek. The taut smirk of his mouth had eased, and his lips hung soft and ready to be kissed near her lips. He would kiss her one way or another, and suddenly she had forgotten how to refuse.

Her only chance of avoiding the kiss he had in store for her was to give him a different one of her own. She braced herself against the wall, counted down from three as she had the night before, and then she leapt at him.

For an instant he was as stunned and helpless as Cynan. Even his usual barrel-like immobility was broken, and she knocked him back against the opposite wall. For an instant it was very like that stupid, senseless, squishy kiss of the night before, and she was only smashing her unyielding lips against his.

Then he recovered his balance and stood himself straight again, sweeping her up lightly along with him.

Last night she had been a little surprised to observe that Cynan's mouth did not feel like Conrad's, but now she was flatly disconcerted—Conrad's mouth did not feel like Conrad's either.

Had it been so long that she had forgotten? It felt softer and wetter and hotter, like something molten that more easily molded itself to her own. With his lips he seemed to be chasing a tiny moving target all over hers, and even when she twisted her face away, his lips kissed their way across her cheek or chin until they found it again.

"It was not like this!" she protested in a gasp.

Conrad only turned his lips aside long enough to whisper angrily, "It had better not!"

Then he kissed her again, and finding her lips parted now he thrust his tongue inside.

It was not like the casual jousting with tongues that they had practiced last summer until her jaw had grown tired. It was not like any of the kisses they had worked out together. He was not allowing her to demonstrate how she had kissed Cynan; he was not trying to learn anything or teach anything at all. He was kissing her simply because he liked to kiss her—or because he liked her.

Oooh wait, and in "Gunnilda gets a lesson"

"What... would it... take?" he cried, snatching up her elbow in a powerful, painful grip. With the other hand he grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. "Believe it now?" he asked.

She found she could only stare at him, panicked and unbelieving.

He released her elbow and twisted his fingers in her knot of hair, holding her head still so that he could kiss her, which he did suddenly and cruelly.

Between the arm around her back, holding her off-balance, and the hand behind her head, she could do little more than pound at him with her fists. It was a nightmare—a hideous mockery of everything she had once dared to dream.

He released her suddenly and she stumbled backwards, her hands over her mouth.

"Believe it now?" he panted. "It was an easy lesson. I hope it's learnt. You wouldn't like the next one. Good day." He turned and went out the back door, slamming it behind him.

That one gives me shivers now, knowing what he's become.

Oh, and one more with an honorary mention since it doesn't even mention the kiss in the chapter at all, but I love the picture so much, from "Matilda and Alred stand beneath the moon":

"Ah, let's not talk about Sigefrith's wife. In fact let's not talk at all. Have you had your fill of moonlight, my lady? I'm cold."

"I can never have my fill of moonlight, but I shall come inside if you like."

"What did your father say about too much moonlight?"

"He said it made a woman over-ripe."

Alred laughed. "He thought that was a bad thing? Come inside, Matilda, before you fall off the tree and get bruised."

OK I stop now.

OK that didn't last long.

Submitted by Lothere on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 07:09.

OK that didn't last long. How about Kiss-Fest 1085?

After nodding and winking wildly at Cearball, Margaret turned back to Cynan and went shockingly serious.

"Dare you risk the curse that befalls men who refuse a kiss beneath the sacred mistletoe?" she asked ominously.

Cynan snorted and threw back his blocky head. He began a cruel sneer: "You mean the fairy t—"

But Margaret swept him up, spun him around, bent him back—solid block though he had seemed—and claimed her right.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Cynewulf cried. "I never kissed Raegan like that!"

"Please don't!" Godefroy bellowed.

With that the laughter of the company broke through their collective shock, though as the seconds passed and the kiss endured—in spite of the fishlike flapping of Cynan's arms—it grew shrill.

"It is Mouse and Wyn all over again," Hetty said. "Vice versa!"

Then a helpless, high-pitched giggling burst out of her, such as she had not giggled since Lili had gone away and could no longer make her laugh.

Cat pretended to fan herself with her hand. "I don't know where she gets it!" she cried. "Her father never kissed me like that! I demand a second chance!"

"She gets it from Mother!" Cynewulf said.

With that the laughter of the company died, and Margaret shoved Cynan away.

"That's enough for you!" she declared.

And shortly thereafter:

Gwynn put out her hands to catch herself, but the only vertical surface in her path was Cearball's chest.

She had touched him! Her palms would never forget the coarse wool of his tunic, nor the softness of several layers of fabric sliding over hard muscle beneath.

And he had touched her! She would never forget the slight pressure of his fingers and thumbs as he held her hips steady, nor the warm breath that blew over her face as he lowered his head, nor the perfect violet of his eyes as they neared hers.

She remembered hazily that they had never even been introduced, and from her deep well of foreign phrases she fished up a Gaelic greeting.

She made no more than a peeping, "Tá..." before he whispered "Whisht!" and pulled her back into the alcove with him, step by measured step like some new and intimate dance.

He pulled her back behind the heat of the fire, and even slightly out of range of the mistletoe, and for a dreamy instant she thought he might simply dance through the door with her and steal her away.

Instead he stopped before they had even gone far enough to hide them from the eyes of the company. He turned her gracefully around him and released her hips, and the dance was done.

With one last, fluttering glance of her right eye she saw her father's face, but Cearball kissed the outer corner of the other, and like a key turning in a lock, they both fell closed.

All down her cheek he trailed tiny kisses until his lips reached hers, and then they lingered. He slowly kissed halfway across the upper, then he nudged them slightly apart with his and kissed the rest of the way along the lower, harder and more hungrily the more it trembled.

When he reached the opposite corner of her mouth, however, the kisses turned tiny again and trailed off along the edge of her chin, like a caravan moving on after stopping to take refreshment at a well. When he lifted his face away from hers she could feel the cool tracks drying in the air.

He traced the curve of her jaw with his finger in conclusion. "So," he whispered, "our first word together was a kiss."

The comments and coughs and tittering of the people behind him were muffled and tinny, as when she had drunk too much wine. Only his voice came clearly into her mind. She would never forget his words.

"Do you have something you were wanting to say?" he asked her.

Gwynn only shook her head slowly. She could not speak: she wanted to let her lips lie wet and slightly parted forever, as he had left them.

He grasped her hips again and danced around her to stand between her and the door.

"Neither do I," he said.

Whatever you think about Cearball -- and as inappropriate and ill-intentioned as that kiss may have been -- that was still quite a kiss!

And since Hetty brought it up, there's also "Mouse gets a lesson":

But she did not get a chance to say anything, for Ethelwyn slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her so sharply against him, so suddenly off-balance that she had to cling to him only to keep from falling down—although, she thought, this might have been the point. And then she was receiving the first real kiss of her life.

She had kissed several men beneath mistletoe, and she had even kissed a few boys over fences and behind barns, but that rudimentary education availed her little now. This sort of kiss was not merely a matter of course at any time—not even at Nothelm.

She did not know how long it lasted, except that the cheers from the men and Lady Sophie had the time to become riotous and the laughter from the other women to become nervous. She herself was busy reminding herself to breathe, not to fall down, and especially not to laugh.

But Ethelwyn himself was laughing when he finally released her. "I hope I am not too old to be giving lessons," he murmured to her.

Mouse could only gasp, "Oh my God!"

Those were all great ones.

Submitted by Cassie on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 09:37.

Those were all great ones. Malcolm and Iylaine have had some great ones, and I thought of Synne's first kiss with Murchad, and Gwynn's with Cearball - and of course that Egelric-Gunnilda one was pretty intense. And Mouse and Wyn! I just reread those chapters last night...they were soooo cute together in that one.
And I forgot about Conrad and Meggie! That was really one hell of a kiss in that chapter.
Nothing beats the Malcolm + Rua kiss, though. That one wins, hands down, no question.
Since you seem to have exhausted so many...what about Cat and Paul's first kisses? Ooh, and Flann and Osh have had some pretty memorable ones, too.
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Oooh yes, "Flann is sure and

Submitted by Lothere on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 10:06.

Oooh yes, "Flann is sure and the elf reassured" has that wonderful post-kiss picture:

She stood on her tiptoes, bringing her nose up to the level of his, but she dropped down onto her heels again at once. "I thank you. I may need your help soon."

"I would do anything for you."

She popped up again, even more briefly this time, and when she landed she took a step away from him. Her voice was high-pitched and trembling like a shy child's when she spoke. "May sunlight surround you, Friend."

He felt something much like sunlight surrounding him, bathing him in heat and light. She had remembered something he had said the first time they had met, and not only remembered it, but understood that it was something more than words to him. Now he knew she loved him, and always had.

She stood on her toes a third time, and this time she kissed him.

It happened so quickly he did not have time to respond—she merely pressed his lower lip between her two for an instant, and then she scurried away, and the door slammed a second time.

But this time he did not need Lena to tell him she would be back.

And Flann and Osh have had some good ones too, though sometimes a little too intense for Flann's taste. But I like the way their kisses are always so sensual, no matter whose point of view it is.

My favorite of theirs (and still one of my favorite chapters ever) remains their first, which was wasn't even quite a kiss but still makes my heart flutter:

He returned like a spring recoiling, and when he stood where he had been standing an instant before, she threw her arms around his shoulders and held him there.

He slipped an arm up between them and lifted a finger, though their faces were so close together that she could not decide whether he held it to her lips or his own.

Then he delicately lifted her arms from his shoulders. Before she had the time to fear she had misunderstood his intentions, he settled one around his waist, scarcely touching him, and drew the other out to their sides, scarcely holding it. Her airy hand seemed to float inside of his.

All his body was near to hers, close enough for her to feel his warmth after her chill watch before the window. He scarcely touched her at all, and yet it seemed that the air between them was not separating them but holding them together.

He bent his head and moved his lips silently over her face, but it was his breath that kissed her, and her breath that he breathed.

The mingled air he breathed back into her scattered the fog. She opened her mouth to him, and she felt herself coming back to life like an ember. He blew her hotter and hotter until she began to fear.

He turned his face away just as she thought she must whimper, and then he was merely breathing across her cheek and she across his.

He held her almost without touching her until her breath and her heart had slowed.

"I say good night to you now," he whispered.

Oh, Osh!

Yeah, that was the one I was

Submitted by Cassie on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 10:15.

Yeah, that was the one I was thinking of. **Sigh** Osh is really something, isn't he? Their kisses are always so intense...something tells me Osh is probably pretty damn great in bed.
Yeah, that's my favorite picture of Paul ever. One of my favorite/cutest pictures ever, period.
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I really loved Brude and

Submitted by Verity on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 10:18.

I really loved Brude and Flann's final kiss. And how he shut his eyes tightly so the tears wouldn't spill out. *sniffle*

Oh and I forgot to say out of the ones we have thought of my favourite is Malcom and Rua too. That was the ultimate kiss!

Oh Cassie I was just

Submitted by Lothere on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 10:32.

Oh Cassie I was just rereading some Osh + Flann chapters, don't get me wondering how he is in bed. I'm distracted enough already.

From "The time is for farewell":

He stood and lifted his thumb to her forehead. Then he too seemed paralyzed, staring into her eye that was not hidden behind his hand. With her one eye she looked into his two.

Suddenly he was kissing her—"a proper kiss", as he had desired—and this time she was too surprised to cry.

He did not kiss her for hours. He kissed her only long enough to go through all the sorts of kisses they knew: deep and slow, quick pecks, tender nibbles; and he even moved on to kiss her cheeks and chin as before, her brows, her eyelids, and finally her forehead.

When she opened her eyes, he was already gazing on her with such love and sorrow that she knew he feared he would never kiss her again.

At once he lifted his hand and traced the sign of the cross over her forehead.

"Now go," he murmured, "and sin no more."

"No!" she gasped. She felt he had somehow sealed her away from him.

He took a step away from her and closed his eyes.

She shuffled towards him, whimpering, "My love..."

"Go, my treasures," he said mournfully.

"We will meet again," she said desperately, trying to make it true by force of her own will. "We will meet again."

"God willing."

"Brude..."

"Go, Flann. I'm only a man under these robes, as you said."

She stopped and stared for a moment. His eyes were tightly shut, but she thought that if he opened them and blinked, tears would spill forth. But he did not.

She backed slowly out of the room. She would not turn away from him until the door had closed before her face. She would look at him as long as she could—the red hair, the freckles on the flushed cheek, the beard that smelled and scratched like incense. She was only sorry she would not get a last look at his cloud-gray eyes.

Hard to believe that guy is Araphel sometimes. Then again, I don't know. WEAK! Araphel, man, you're WEAK!

Malcom and Maud when he

Submitted by Verity on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 11:00.

Malcom and Maud when he surprises her that first time in the nursery in Maud is defeated:

http://www.lothere.com/chapter/174

Vash kisses Lena in Lena is spoken to:

http://www.lothere.com/chapter/1125

I don't know why but this one is also a favourite. Eithne trying to win back some sort of power from Cian in Eithne sees the mask of the monster:

http://www.lothere.com/chapter/1534

Leofric says goodbye to Eadgith in Leofric says goodbye:

http://www.lothere.com/index.php/chapter/1602

Stein and Lathir's last kiss in Stein's bed is half-empty:

http://www.lothere.com/index.php/chapter/1255

Aengus and Lena together in the pit. *sniffle* poor Lena.

http://www.lothere.com/index.php/chapter/1074

Just a few there. I will try and think of some more. There are so many!

I'm not sure just how much I

Submitted by Van on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 11:02.

I'm not sure just how much I can contribute to this thread, to be honest. It seems to me that every time I come across a kiss that I think could possibly be my favorite kiss in Lothere history, I stumble across a chapter that contains an even better one. But I loved all of your choices, everyone

And daaaaamn, it's hard making sims of different heights look like they're actually kissing! Lothere, I think you've mastered that. Nice work

Poo... my comment just went

Submitted by Verity on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 11:03.

Poo... my comment just went off for moderating. I guess it had too many website addresses in it.

SPAMMER!!! Yeah I officially

Submitted by Lothere on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 11:08.

SPAMMER!!!

Yeah I officially give up quoting chapters. I had NO IDEA I had so many memorable kisses in this story.

And nobody has even mentioned Estrid and K! I just adore that one preview banner. Such a gorgeous Sims kiss.

And going back to what Van said, yeah I made K be the same height as Estrid almost to the centimeter for that very reason. I wanted to go wild with the kisses with those two.

(Incidentally, Cedric and Kraaia will also grow up to be the exact same height, for that reason. Whether or not anything will come of that...)

Oh, creepy, Van! I was

Submitted by Lothere on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 13:07.

Oh, creepy, Van! I was *this close* to changing my avatar to that Gwynn picture. I had it all made in Photoshop and everything.

What is this, New Avatar Sunday??

I thought of another kinda hot kiss, from "Gunnilda tells Ethelmund what happened":

Gunnilda was transfixed by a sudden passion that he had never inspired in her before now, whether for good or ill. Nor had poor, placid Alwy brought it out of her. She had only ever felt anything like it for one man, and this, it seemed to her, was the opposite thing. This was a passion like hate.

And yet it felt much the same to her: the same flush of heat, the same sweat, the same pounding of her heart that was like an ache in her throat. There was the same roiling fire in her belly, and his touch burned her in the same way, though she had never before felt such a touch all up and down her naked body. Her limbs quivered and seemed ready to snap, as if her seared flesh were shrinking away from her bones.

She thought she hated him, and she thought she wanted to hurt him.

"Something did happen," she said.

"Wha?" he choked. Ethelmund was a very tall, very strong man, but at that moment Gunnilda in her little naked body was the stronger of the two.

"He kissed me once!" she cried as if it were a victory to her. "In my bedroom! When Alwy wasn't home!"

Ethelmund was speechless, and she charged on over him.

"It was six years ago, before Angnes died. He was trying to tell me he was a bad man, and I said I didn't believe him, so he decided to show me! He decided to teach me a lesson."

"Gunnilda..." he breathed.

"And I fought him! But he was too strong."

"What did he do?"

"He only kissed me. But he could have done anything, and I couldn't have stopped him." She said it as if it were the pride of her heart.

"What did he do?" he whispered again.

"He caught me off-balance like this!" she cried and threw the weight of her little body at him. He was startled enough that she knocked him back into the tall wardrobe, and she fell heavily against him. She twisted one hand in his long hair and hissed, "And he grabbed my hair in one hand, and held me with the other. And I pounded and pounded on him with my fists, and I don't think he even noticed. And he kissed me. Hard!"

"Gunnilda..."

She was too tiny to reach his mouth unless he bent his head to her, so she buried her face in his chest, and savagely kissed his neck, and scraped her tongue and her teeth over his collarbone.

He had sucked in his breath in a gasp at the first, and then he held it, as if he feared to breathe. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her face, but otherwise he was petrified.

How she hated him! How he frightened her by wanting her, and knowing what he wanted to do with her, and doing it, and liking it! And he always thought that she would come to like it, too, but she would not!

It only lasted as long as a man could hold his breath. He breathed out again in a long sigh, and then it was his hand twined in her hair, and her fists beating on his ribs, but now she was only a small, naked woman. His arms alone were strong enough to lift the entire weight of her body, and he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He could do anything, and she couldn't stop him.

OK now I really MUST get writing, or we shall never reach the *hot* *steamy* kiss I have planned for Saturday evening.

OOOOOOOH. *Jumps up and down

Submitted by Cassie on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 13:26.

OOOOOOOH. *Jumps up and down in her chair*
WANT WANT WANT.
Yeah, I decided it was time for a change. Lili has been my avatar for a loooonnggg time now. I'll probably go back to her soon enough, though. I considered a Matilda or Rua one, too, but I thought I'd show my Malo support.
Also, in that very first picture of Gunnilda up there, I thought it was Matilda at first. o_O Wat.
ETA: Jenny, the new avatar is goooooorgeous. (I'm all about the extra o's today, I guess.)
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Oh, so you were the one who

Submitted by Van on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 13:27.

Oh, so you were the one who made that really nice Gwynn avatar? Mine is a little zoomed out. I considered stealing yours when I saw it, but then I figured that since it was near the bottom of the page, it was recently uploaded because someone wanted to use it.

That is a fairly hot kiss, actually. As weird as Ethelmund and Gunnie are as a couple, they do have chemistry, I'll give them that.

Oooooh, steamy kiss on Saturday? I'm guessing you mean 1085 Saturday. More K and Estrid?

Err no I didn't upload any

Submitted by Lothere on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 13:33.

Err no I didn't upload any new avatars. I am so selfish that way. I deleted my Gwynn. (And also my Magog and other-Sigi.)

I don't know who made all those new avatars! Holy smokes, someone was busy!

And no the next kiss is not K and it's not Estrid either, and all I can say is

EDIT: Oh and yeah I too have long had an idea that there was some serious chemistry between Gunnilda and Ethelmund, and Gunnilda has been trying very hard to tamp it down. I think she secretly wants to be ravished but is too proud to admit it. But if I go there that will be yet another kinky sex chapter, and Cassie already thinks I'm weird and creepy with the sex all the time, so...

Please let it be Gwynn and

Submitted by Tiffany on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 13:49.

Please let it be Gwynn and Finn!

Not Gwynn and Finn so soon.

Submitted by PenelopetheFox on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 14:12.

Not Gwynn and Finn so soon. They have to go through years of hair pulling before we get to that point.

I think it will be Vash and Iylaine!

I'd like to think it might

Submitted by Van on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 14:16.

I'd like to think it might be Alred and Hetty, but somehow I get the feeling that's too much to wish for

I think it'll be Vash and

Submitted by Cassie on Sun, 03/29/2009 - 14:20.

I think it'll be Vash and Iylaine, too.
They AT LEAST need a kiss!
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