Dec 21, 2009

Kissing Day Blogfest : In Honor of Mistletoe

Yay for kissing day. I once wrote an entire post on kissing, though you won't find it on this blog. It included the history of me and all my kisses and ended with "the kiss that hurts".

What?

A kiss that hurts?



Oh yes. The kiss that hurts.

We've all been there. Kissing the man we love goodbye because he is leaving on a business trip. Or kissing him hello because something terrible had just happened and you thought you would never see him again. Or even a kiss that signifies a break up that you are not entirely sure you want, but know you need.

The kiss that means nothing but at the very same time means everything. The kiss where you close your eyes and your face tightens because your entire mind is wrapped around that kiss. The kiss where you place your hands on his face and hold on for dear life because you never want to let go, though you know you are going to have to in a very short amount of time. It takes your breath away until your lips part. And afterward you step away staring at each other and gasping for air. This is the kiss that hurts. My unlucky character got to experience one of these. For a bit of a different reason, but it still hurt nonetheless. And to make it worse, my MC, who is painfully in love with him, had to witness the entire ordeal. It is possible that this kiss hurt more for her than the two involved.

They stopped on an empty street corner. It was dark and damp outside. The only lights surrounding them were from the street lamp above and the blinking traffic light beside them. “Rachel, I know you are going through a rough time right now with Oliver, but he is your husband. Regardless of whether or not I notice more than he does, he is the one you are with. Not me.”

I was proud of Michael for telling Rachel this. She needed to hear these words. Michael needed to hear these words. I feared he often forgot this himself. Unfortunately, as quickly as I was feeling pleased about Michael’s acknowledgment, Rachel was doing the unspeakable. She leaned in toward Michael. The next thing I knew she was kissing him. It was not like the kiss I had encountered with Greg. This was a kiss where I wished I could have been her. Their mouths had become one and his arms grabbed her closer until there was no longer any space between them.

I fought to think about my kiss with Greg, every little detail I could remember. I thought about the horrible breath that lingered from the extensive amount of onions he had consumed. I thought about his pointy tongue trying to penetrate through my firmly closed lips, but it did not work.

Time, up until this moment for the most part, had slid by unnoticed. But this moment - This moment where I longed to be Rachel’s lips pressed up against his, and Rachel’s waist held firmly by his arm, and Rachel’s hair flowing over each of Michael’s fingers - This moment lasted for what seemed to be an eternity. Again, I could not shake the feeling that there was something more, some force working against me.

The laughter was louder and more pronounced this time. It was also more malevolent. I knew it was near and knew it was meant for me. Someone was reading my thoughts or watching me. They were witnessing my failure to influence Michael, and they were entertained by it. I could tell the laughter was that of a woman’s, but did not see any other person or soul anywhere near. It was just Michael, Rachel and I as far as I could see. But the laughter continued, as did my frustration.

However, I continued to hold my concentration, to provide distraction. For one slight moment I felt confident it may have helped as Michael broke through their embrace and gently pushed Rachel back. When I looked into Michael’s eyes though, I knew the accomplishment was small. There was agony in his eyes as he stared at Rachel and watched her fight back the tears glistening in her eyes. It hurt him to see her hurt.

“I’m sorry Michael,” she said slowly, refusing to let the tears fall, she was feeling somewhat humiliated. “It was just that the moment was right, and I’ve wanted to do that for months now, and I just let the emotion overtake my common sense. It will never happen again, I promise. Please don’t tell Oliver.”

And without any notice she had turned away and began sprinting down the road away from Michael. Michael stood there, like a statue. He seemed stunned by the passing events. I could only imagine the thoughts cascading through his mind.

I knew the thoughts running through my own mind. I felt guilty. I knew this was my fault and I knew he would not have continued to kiss her had I not had the idiotic moment of weakness where I wished I were Rachel. I couldn’t stop Rachel’s actions, but I did have some small control over Michael’s. I had to make this right.

So that is my kissing scene. It's actually the only kissing scene in that manuscript. Sorry for all the poor grammar and such. It was my first novel and I had MUCH to learn after I wrote that. Well enjoy you kissing fest! I'm off to read some blogs!

29 comments:

Heather said...

Ugh, the kiss that hurts. How I know it, how I loathe it. I've experienced it more than once and it never gets any easier, but it always feels good in some way.

I love that you posted something where the kiss wasn't coming from a participant's point of view! Very cool and different.

Patti said...

That was painful. I agree with Heather. When you think about kissing scenes, it usually involves the participants. Interesting point of view.

Frankie Diane Mallis said...

Aaaaah the kiss that hurts-horrible, gut wrenching...nicely done!!! Whew!

When Rachel ran away she had all this #windinherhaaaaaaaiiiiiiir

Marybeth Poppins said...

I decided to go a different route. I figured everyone would have happy sappy kisses. :)

And Frankie...she totally had #windinherhaaaaaaaiiiiiiir as she left!

Carolina Valdez Miller said...

Wow, very cool...and so sad! But what an interesting twist to it. I'm very curious now about what was going on with the narrator.

T. Anne said...

I really felt the angst! Your novel sounds intriguing. I really felt like I was right there. Good job.

Southern Princess said...

Great TWIST!! I so want to know more!

you are right. Mine is a kiss that hurts...there is just something about those kisses in literature. You learn a great deal about the character and their choices - whether you feel them right or idiotic, you learn.

Wonderful entry. Grammar? Are you kidding? You read mine, it is swamped with errors but hopefully, like yours, the scene itself overshadows any writing issues.

Jessica Marcantel said...

Definitely intriguing! This is one thing I hate about authors posting excerpts: they're all so good and I just want to read MORE!!!

Natalie said...

SO TRAGIC! Excellent scene Marybeth. I'm so curious about where the story has been and where it goes from here. Great job.

Marybeth Poppins said...

I can honestly say I wasn't expecting people to want more. Now I'm getting the urge to go back to this MS.

Must. Finish. Current. WIP...

Jessica said...

Wow, what genre is this? Very interesting stuff going on...

Marybeth Poppins said...

Paranormal I believe. I had a lot of trouble with the genre. That is part of the reason I set it aside.

Katie Ganshert said...

I never really thought about kisses that hurt. But they are definitely there. Interesting, stuff, Marybeth!

Frankie Diane Mallis said...

All kisses should have wind in their #haaaaaaaiiiiir.

Also is it a coincidence that we used the same kiss pic or do you just love my blog?

V. S said...

Oh, the kiss that hurts. Such a beautiful scene! Job well done!

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Loved the outsider viewpoint and presumed her to be either psychic or a ghost or an angel but would love to find out. Intriguing storyline and definitely a sad kiss.

Marybeth Poppins said...

I'm loving the comments. Seriously I had put this MS away and considered leaving it on the dusty shelf.

I'm excited everyone is enjoying. :)

Oh and by the way...if you wanted more info on the book, feel free to click HERE!

Julie said...

I am all too familiar with kisses that hurt...you captured it perfectly.
Loved it, and I can't wait to read more!

Jade said...

That was a painful kiss. I loved it! I'm all for a bit of pain and tension!

Jeannie Campbell, LMFT said...

what a fascinating concept....the kiss that hurts. great rendition of it for sure. thanks for sharing!

jeannie
Where Romance Meets Therapy

sherrinda said...

OOoo, great stuff here, Marybeth! I love the unique point of view of the kiss. And I can't believe it's the only one in the MS! Write more...you're good! :)

Simon C. Larter said...

Loved the kissing scene, good lady. In fact, I loved it enough to say, uh... tag! (You're it.)

I'd say I'm sorry, but you should be able to breeze through all those questions with the #windinyourhaaaaiiiirrrrr. :)

ElanaJ said...

Have you seen New Moon? Because every kiss in that movie looks like torture. HA!

Great scene, Marybeth!

Amalia T. said...

So sad!

My scene is a kiss that hurts too. They always make me ache a little bit to write/read.

Thanks for sharing this scene!

Marybeth Poppins said...

Elana...hahahaha...Those sure are some angsty kisses!

Amalia heading over to read your painful kiss!

Simon...sigh..heading over to your blog to receive my punishment...

And thanks for everyone's comments!
What a fun day. My lips are totally chapped from all that snogging!

giddymomof6 said...

Whew! That is a seriously tension building kiss. Wow! Amazing.

Jenni James

Dawn Hullender said...

Marvelous snogging scene Mary, I loved it! My most painful kiss was when my lips were chapped and I had no chapstick *grins*

You rocked it.

Ash. Elizabeth said...

I really loved it!

Sara McClung ♥ said...

Ouch! That was so hard to read :-( (Not because of the writing of course! Just because I could really feel for Rachel and Michael... and the narrator! Which brings me to another thing that I liked--what a cool point of view!