Promised Kiss

Full view please. c:

He spun around to find the door closed, Ivan grinning with his handle on the door. "I-Ivan, what…" He frowned, pressing his back to the shelf suddenly. The Russian seemed to be shaking slightly.

"I hate closets." He said quietly. The orderly frowned,

"Then why did you…?" He trailed off as Ivan stepped towards him.

"Because I wanted my kiss." He said simply, swallowing. It was the most nervous that Toris had ever seen him, and though his face flushed hot he was concerned.

"N-now?"

"We're alone…" One hand pressed to the shelves beside the brunette, and he leaned down slowly. "Help me…" He whispered, taking Toris' good hand with his free one and pressing it to his chest. The blond's heart was racing, and he was trembling slightly. He was terrified! He really disliked the closet that much?

"I… don't think… we should…" But their lips brushed, Ivan's shuddering breath falling out between them. He could smell the Russian's scent from this close. Not a soft scent like a woman, but that almost spicy kind of light musk of a man. He'd noticed it during their first kiss, but right now it overwhelmed him. "Ivan…" He whispered, closing his eyes as he pressed in for the kiss.
(Chapter 9: Love, Insanity?)

So, this is my entry for 's Love, Insanity? contest which you can read more about here: [link]

I love this scene so much, Ivan was so anxious to get the kiss Toris promised him that he went into a closet after him even though he's scared of closets, even if they're well lit. So cute<3

I know Ivan doesn't look anxious, but I did that on purpose...I wanted to capture how relieved he'd look when he finally kissed Toris.

Drawing a kiss is so freaking hard. Blegh.