I feel like I can never write a romantic scene without it being cheesy. And I hate cheese. So please tell me what you think of this "first kiss" type of scene. Any and all opinions, advice, and/or corrections would be greatly appreciated!
It's set up with a little dialogue to give you an idea of what's going on before hand, but you can skip about halfway down to get to the good stuff.
Thank you!
“Ever since we caught Ryker, you've been acting weird," I said. "It's freaking me out.”
“Weird?” Sebastian repeated.
“Yeah,” I said, raising both my hands in a show of exasperation. “Distant, uncomfortable around me like something weird went down between us. But I don't recall anything happening,” I approached him, crossed my arms and leaned into the counter in front of him. “What gives?”
He looked around uncomfortably. It was obvious he didn't want to be there anymore.
“Sebastian,” I said firmly. “Stop being such a woman and tell me what's wrong.”
He pursed his lips and crossed his arms to mimic mine. He stared down at me for a few breaths before saying, “I shouldn't have used you to lure Ryker into that trap.”
“What?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“You could have died,” he said. “You almost did. I was stupid to let you play bait.”
“What are you talking about?” I demanded. “We did what we had to do to nail the little bastard. And what does that have to do with your PMS?”
“You almost died,” he repeated, leaning down toward me and gesturing with his hand as if it would increase my ability to grasp the concept of near death.
“So this is just you going through a guilt trip?” I asked skeptically. “I volunteered for the job. It wouldn't have been your fault at all if anything did happen to me. I knew what I was getting into,” I assured him.
He was still leaning forward, shaking his head now. “You don't get it,” he said. “I just lost my sister not even two weeks ago. You're all I have left here.”
“Oh...” I said, mystified by the unexpected, and first ever show of emotion I'd seen from Sebastian. He was looking at me with remorse, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on...fear, maybe?
“If you would have died, and it was my fault...” he grabbed hold of my face with both hands, pressed his forehead against mine and just stared at me with his bright green eyes for a moment before clamping them shut. I let my eyelids fall and we just stood there like that for several seconds, breathing with each other. My heart was beating so hard that it physically hurt as it bounded off my ribcage over and over again.
I felt him move in closer and then our noses were pressed together as well.
And then our lips.
And then without remembering how it had gotten that way, my body was pressed against his, hands around his neck and even though he was squeezing me close to him with one hand around my waist and the other in my hair, I wanted to be even closer. So I pressed into him harder, and he pressed back as if we were trying to melt into each other.
And the same way it had begun, it ended as he tore away from me. The sudden deprivation of contact sent an unpleasant shock through me, like I had been doused with ice water. When I opened my eyes, he was standing more than a comfortable distance away from me.
He was breathing heavily and staring at me, looking upset. Not just angry, but legitimately pissed off. I didn't have the chance to snap out of my shock before he took off down the stairs.
“Sebastian,” I called and followed after him once I remembered how to walk. But he moved too fast and was out the door by the time I made it down the stairs. He had shut the door behind him with a little too much force. I ran to open it, but when I got into the hall, he was gone.
It's set up with a little dialogue to give you an idea of what's going on before hand, but you can skip about halfway down to get to the good stuff.
Thank you!
“Ever since we caught Ryker, you've been acting weird," I said. "It's freaking me out.”
“Weird?” Sebastian repeated.
“Yeah,” I said, raising both my hands in a show of exasperation. “Distant, uncomfortable around me like something weird went down between us. But I don't recall anything happening,” I approached him, crossed my arms and leaned into the counter in front of him. “What gives?”
He looked around uncomfortably. It was obvious he didn't want to be there anymore.
“Sebastian,” I said firmly. “Stop being such a woman and tell me what's wrong.”
He pursed his lips and crossed his arms to mimic mine. He stared down at me for a few breaths before saying, “I shouldn't have used you to lure Ryker into that trap.”
“What?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“You could have died,” he said. “You almost did. I was stupid to let you play bait.”
“What are you talking about?” I demanded. “We did what we had to do to nail the little bastard. And what does that have to do with your PMS?”
“You almost died,” he repeated, leaning down toward me and gesturing with his hand as if it would increase my ability to grasp the concept of near death.
“So this is just you going through a guilt trip?” I asked skeptically. “I volunteered for the job. It wouldn't have been your fault at all if anything did happen to me. I knew what I was getting into,” I assured him.
He was still leaning forward, shaking his head now. “You don't get it,” he said. “I just lost my sister not even two weeks ago. You're all I have left here.”
“Oh...” I said, mystified by the unexpected, and first ever show of emotion I'd seen from Sebastian. He was looking at me with remorse, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on...fear, maybe?
“If you would have died, and it was my fault...” he grabbed hold of my face with both hands, pressed his forehead against mine and just stared at me with his bright green eyes for a moment before clamping them shut. I let my eyelids fall and we just stood there like that for several seconds, breathing with each other. My heart was beating so hard that it physically hurt as it bounded off my ribcage over and over again.
I felt him move in closer and then our noses were pressed together as well.
And then our lips.
And then without remembering how it had gotten that way, my body was pressed against his, hands around his neck and even though he was squeezing me close to him with one hand around my waist and the other in my hair, I wanted to be even closer. So I pressed into him harder, and he pressed back as if we were trying to melt into each other.
And the same way it had begun, it ended as he tore away from me. The sudden deprivation of contact sent an unpleasant shock through me, like I had been doused with ice water. When I opened my eyes, he was standing more than a comfortable distance away from me.
He was breathing heavily and staring at me, looking upset. Not just angry, but legitimately pissed off. I didn't have the chance to snap out of my shock before he took off down the stairs.
“Sebastian,” I called and followed after him once I remembered how to walk. But he moved too fast and was out the door by the time I made it down the stairs. He had shut the door behind him with a little too much force. I ran to open it, but when I got into the hall, he was gone.