Why you should follow my blog: sometimes I send out posts for requests for pairing/fandoms you want to see

Last night it was "Leave a ship in my ask and I'll write you a kissing drabble"

So, I give you kissing drabbles!

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1. Altair/Maria

Altair had never been on a date more disastrous then the one he'd just been on. Literally everything had gone wrong. He just wanted to write it off and pray that Maria wouldn't mind if he called her again. Though after a night like tonight he wasn't so sure.

Despite how awful the night was he was still a gentleman and walked her to her door, only about five minutes late for her curfew. Thankfully he parents hadn't seemed the type to be really strict about it. He also had the umbrella and with the downpour that was happening at the moment he hadn't wanted her to walk from his car to her door in it.

"Thanks," she said, and smiled at him as he held the umbrella off to the side now that they were under the protective covering of Maria's house. The outside light was on, and so were a few lights inside.

"It's the least I can do after tonight," he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck feeling weirdly guilty. He'd wanted this to be a good first date. Instead it had turned into a fucking train wreck.

"It wasn't so bad," Maria said.

"Really?"

"Okay, it was pretty bad," she said with a giggle. "But, uhm, do-over?" she asked.

"Yes, of course," he blabbered. Yes! He got a second chance. Though it wasn't his fault this night had been a disaster. He'd done everything he could to make it great, but fate was against him.

"Great," she beamed at him. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Yeah," he said dumbly. She didn't move to go inside and Altair felt like he was missing something. It clicked (thankfully) a second later and he felt a little bit of color rise into his cheeks. She was waiting to see if she'd get a kiss. He swallowed and leaned up to her, but let her meet him. In the back of his mind he was cheering, and melting, but outside he was trying to keep it together.

She pulled away and brushed some hair away from her face, "Goodnight, Altair," she said and opened the door.

"Night," he managed to parrot as the door was closing. He stared at it for a few seconds before breaking out in a manic grin. YES! Now to get home in this damn storm and not kill himself, because wouldn't that be just perfect.