owlmoose | Dragon Age Kiss Battle: 2013 Edition

Welcome to the 2013 Dragon Age Kiss Battle!

Any kind of kiss is welcome -- het, slash, femslash; shippy, familial, gen; cheek kisses, mouth kisses, kissing of... other things; serious, fluffy, silly, or all three at once; fanfic, fanart, whatever you come up with; anything goes!

Update: The post is now open! The post will open to prompts and comments at approximately 9AM Pacific Time, Thursday February 7th (Click here for the time in your timezone). I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!

THE RULES:

To leave a request: Post a comment with a pairing (or moresome) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/characters in the subject line and the prompt in the body of the comment.

To respond: Reply to the prompting comment. Include characters, rating, and title in the subject line.

Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!

There is no limit to the number of prompts you can post.

Artwork can be posted inline, but try not to make it too large. Please link to images that are very large or NSFW.

Please, be kind to others regarding pairing choices, prompts, or anything else. This game is for everyone! :)

Anon commenting is on, as is OpenID, if you neither have nor want a Dreamwidth account.

Send your friends! :D

If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wesley and Donnic were two very different men. It was evident, Aveline thought, in the way they kissed.

Wesley’s kisses had always been sweet, tender. A little awkward at first - they’d been each other’s first, in just about everything, and it took a while for them to figure out where noses and hands properly went during the whole proceeding. But it had been fun, she remembered, nervous laughter turning into genuine enjoyment. And as Wesley learned how to do the sorts of things that made Aveline swoon, he went about them with the same dedication as he brought to his higher calling.

Donnic - well, she wasn’t near his first in anything. And that was more than okay. Donnic had the confidence that Wesley sometimes lacked; his kisses were firm, his tongue dancing between Aveline’s lips before she had a chance to catch her breath. Sometimes, his confidence was harder to take - early encounters turned into something like wrestling matches, as Aveline tried to guide him in a direction that pleased her. It took a while, to match their rhythms. But Aveline had to admit, she rather liked being with someone who could sweep her away like Donnic did. Sometimes, it was nice to give up control and let him steer their passion in his own way.

“So,” Isabela asked once, over drinks in the Hanged Man, “does Donnic measure up to Ser Templar? You know, in the important ways?”

Aveline ignored the eyebrow waggle that accompanied the question. “There is no ‘measuring up,’” she answered. “It’s like comparing apples and oranges.”

“Oh, you’re no fun. Unless you’d like to elaborate on the differences.”

“Not in this lifetime.” But Aveline smiled to herself. She was lucky, to have had the love - and the passion - of two such men. "Those details belong to me."