The Ghost of Kissing’s Past (Bumbleby)

“You wanna hear about one of the first times I was kissed? Back when I was like, eh, fourteen years old, I think?” There were all the tell-tale signs of putting one’s foot in one’s mouth, except that one, all the embarrassment was missing, and two, it was Yang doing the talking, and she was notoriously unflusterable. “One of those things you probably shouldn’t ever mention to my dad.”

Well, almost unflusterable, Blake took a bit of pride in. She looked good when she blushed.

But Blake’s shoulders were not double-jointed, and patting her own back was a waste of time when Yang had a question that needed answering, anyway. “Seems like an odd time to be asking your girlfriend. But sure. Why not?”

Yang laughed, and Blake noticed. She always did. “Heh, heh. Think it just hit me how much of a jerk I’m gonna sound like. I … I can’t remember his name? Orange? Verde? Wasn’t Salamander … I think?”

“Was his middle name ‘regret’?” Blake felt her sense of competition getting drunk. It was at a party, maybe even a funeral, saying things it shouldn’t have been, and Blake kept nudging it, trying to get it to act sympathetic. “Or 'bad at kissing’?” For goodness’ sake.

“Bad at kissing.” Yang repeated. It wasn’t an answer. It was a question. “Have you ever bitten into, like, a really good burger? Cheese is sort of melted, but not really, it’s juicy, buns are slightly firm but fluffy under the crust? Real meaty?”

“Some of the Faunus I knew back in the White Fang insisted on being vegetarian. I wasn’t one of them. I prefer fish, as a general rule,” Twitch the ears, because there really wasn’t any such thing as subtlety when Yang was looking at her the way she was. “But to answer your question, yes. I’ve had a good burger or two in my day.”

Yang was silent, for a moment. It was like how the atmosphere lacked any coherent sense of moisture, just before the sky opened up and it began to rain. “You ever noticed how biting into that burger is nothing like kissing somebody?”

Blake laughed, wondering if this was how it felt to spontaneously turn into a summer squall. “Are you really saying that kissing your mystery date was more like eating a sandwich?”

“You’re gonna have to ask him, not me. Trust me, I didn’t have anything to do with anything.” Yang covered half her face with the palm of her hand. If she was trying to hide the growing smile, she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “He goes in for the kill and all I can think is, please don’t eat me. Seriously, for a quiet, stoic kind of guy his mouth was absolutely huge. And he made it bigger.”

Every time a the bad guy in a film of some sort gave his maniacal laughter, hold the award for subtle acting, Blake couldn’t help but it think it sounded totally fake. To her chagrin, she was proving herself almost completely wrong. “Sounds like you got yourself a real catch, there.”

“Catch and release.” Yang would go fishing with no reel, lure, or even galoshes, and the crooked grin on her face did more to prove it than a sunny day, a river, and three hours to herself could ever do. “He was kind of cute, too – had this accent, which I thought was totally hot back then. Good listener. Really good hair. And, you know, because I was fourteen, I thought that was all you needed?”

“Until he devoured you.” Blake murmured, because she didn’t trust herself to say anything louder without the laughter slamming into whatever Yang was driving at like a train with spectacularly bad impulse control.

“Sad part? I think he might have really enjoy himself.” Yang chewed the next sentence over for a bit before actually saying anything. “I felt so bad, because all I felt before then was, seriously, terror. Not uncomfortable or anything; he asked me if he could kiss me and all that jazz. It’s just, like I said, he was bad at it. But he came away real slow and looked at me like I was, I dunno, some statue the greatest artist in the world just finished working on.” Yang’s mouth twinged upwards. Not a smile. Yang smiled like she was walking a dog, and athletic enough not to bother with a leash. This was more like posting up a sign on a post that said 'Dog Walker for Hire’. “He said, 'Bugger’. And he meant it.”

“Words are weird things.” Blake watched her own roll down the hill and settle before grabbing the next ball of a sentence. “Not feeling the same way is weird, too.”

“It wasn’t dramatic or anything. Wasn’t like he kidnapped my little sister and told me unless I married him, he’d make her pay, or something like that. He wasn’t talking about blowing up people or crushing humanity beneath his heel, or anything you’ve probably had to put up with. It wasn’t even that he kissed bad, really. If I’d really liked him …” Yang trailed off. Blake would have to make a note of that in her journal, because the occasion wasn’t likely to make a second go-round of the celebrity circuit. “I just didn’t really like him like that. All there was to it.”

Blake looked over to her sense of competition. Maybe she’d be willing to share her drink. “I know I should probably offer my condolences, but, um …”

Yang turned to face Blake, a little roughly, as though propelled by her giggling fit. “Aw, come on. Not like I’m sad about it. Everything worked out in the end! I’ve got you to kiss now!”

“Certainly, you do.” Blake let her nose tap the tip of Yang’s own. It just, felt. Felt good. Felt like the right thing to do. Felt. “And I certainly hope I’m a better kisser than 'Forgettable Regret Johnson’ ended up being.”

Yang’s fake-thinking pose was classic, down to the gentle hmmm and scrunched-up eyebrows. The only difference was that instead of tapping her own chin, Yang tapped Blake’s. “Let me put it this way.” And then the tapping finger turned into a cup, and Yang kissed her.


Hard, but sweet.

Hard, but sweet, but slow.

If certain kisses, for lack of a better term, could be described with burgers and big mouths, this one might be chronicled as hard candy. Hard, yes, and sweet, as flavored sugar, and slow to dissolve. Ambrosia-flavored, too, of course – perhaps that was it, the taste on Yang’s lips that had always eluded Blake, the difference between lemonade and lemons, between fruit-flavored sweets and the fruit itself. Between milkshakes and just ice cream, or just milk, or just syrup.

Whatever it was, it was giving Blake a real sweet tooth.

Other kisses might have consumed her, maybe, from what Yang described. But this one made Blake feel like she was being savored.

After only a moment – who cared if the clock on the wall said seven minutes, Blake knew what was true and what wasn’t – Yang moved back, staring at Blake through lidded eyes and small smile. Sated. As if one piece of rock candy could serve as a four-course dinner. “Bugger, Blake.”

Well, if Yang liked Blake’s kisses that much, she could have another one.


A/N: As you can probably tell, this is a - mostly unedited - deleted scene from my other fic, Binary Stars. Heavy on the metaphor, as it were.

I can’t work out if this letter is genuinely rambling, or if the Star have managed to accidentally mix up two separate letters. Or maybe it’s an alien conspiracy.

Search and Destroy // [listen]

a fanmix about everyone’s favorite surgeon with a dark past; including a dash of lawlu

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