Don't know where this came from; I'm just sort of going with it. My response to the kisses prompt table over on live journal.

Drabbles = short, therefore updates = often. My top priority is still Time In Between though, so don't worry! ;)

Enjoy!

Prompt 017, Colourful

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

- Ingrid Bergman

A dress reflecting the light blue color which the sky on a sunny, summer afternoon possess hugs her curves in the most simplistic, perfect way. It flares out at the bottom, the end of it falling just above her lightly tanned knees with the last inch of fabric covered by an intricate design that mixes dark blues, light blues, deep purples, and stormy grays. His eyes travel up to her shoulder, where the thick strap of it rests flawlessly atop the smooth skin of her shoulder and he's overcome with the strongest urge to skim his fingertips across it. Continuing upward, his gaze lands on her lips that are covered in a faint amount of glittered pink and silver lip gloss, and he can almost taste the fresh strawberry flavor of it on his own lips. Her cheeks are colored scarlet, a blush having spread across them when she fell underneath the intensity of his gaze.

"Hi," she breathes out in whisper, and his eyes shift to finally meet hers. He feels himself melting in the pools of light brown and speckled gray her eyes posses as the corners of her mouth lift into a shy smile.

"Hi," he mirrors, the subtly of his nervous smile identical to hers.

With words escaping them and a silence settling between them while the loud mass of partygoers continue obliviously dancing around them, his legs seem to move without his consent and he's suddenly inches away from her. Orange, golden, and neon fireworks illuminate the night sky behind her as the others throw their hands up in excitement and their eyes remain locked with each other's. Her eyes are sparkling and suddenly she lifts her hand to rest against his pale cheek, which is instantly colored crimson at the sensation of her touch. Her fingertips trace patterns across his skin as his head moves closer to hers, an almost magnetic force pulling him to her as his hand finds its way to the small of her back where it rests lightly. Her eyes flutter closed and his soon follow suit, the weight of her body pressing against his without fault as if they were both specifically molded to fit this way.

Then suddenly, but softly, his lips brush hers and she pulls him into a searing kiss, an explosion of bright yellows and pinks and greens and oranges and indigos flashing across their closed eyelids which mirror the real fireworks in the starry sky above them.

In that moment, he stops seeing the world in black and white as the soft lips of his colorful best friend press against his.