kiss

verb

1.    1.

touch or caress with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, or greeting.

It was hard to believe that not even 3 hours I was looking for my love, and now she was here ,in my arms, her mouth working with mine in a synchrony that despite the many girls I had kissed I had never experienced before.

Everyone has two first kisses; the first one within their pubescence, this one was awkward, lips barely brushing before being quickly retracted, looks of confused pride on each person's face as if they think that they've completed a great feat- quest number 3: kiss a girl (or boy) finally complete. And then there's the first kiss, the first kiss that means something more than just a touching of lips, the one that marks the unity of two people. This is the one that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, the one that makes a smile mask your face for days upon days, the one that says "yes I may not be in love yet, but I know it's going to happen", because this is the kiss that just feels right. This was my first kiss.

We pulled away from the kiss gingerly, our eyes becoming locked onto eachothers.

"Hi." I whispered my voice slightly breathless despite not needing any breath at all.

"Hi." She whispered back, before giggling lightly. "I'm Cece."

"Well then, Cece, I think we were made for each other." She giggled again, the sound being light, melodious and utterly addicting.

"Well I think that too-"She laughed"-and your name is?"

"Kol, my name is Kol Mikaelson."

"Well Kol Mikaelson it's great to meet you."

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We left the coffee shop quickly after that, heading out into the quieting streets of London our arms linked, smiles on our faces as we joked and spoke about our lives.

"And then instead of working on me the spell worked on him instead, it was awful, my first lesson and made a complete fool of myself"

I laughed loudly at another one of her disastrous magic stories, tilting my head towards hers, my nose skimming her perfect tanned cheek. "But you must be good at magic?" I questioned. "I mean you brought me back?"

"What?" She frowned slightly, looking up at me in confusion. "What do you mean I 'brought you back'"

"I was dead, then you did your little soul mate magic thing, and boom I was alive again"

"That must have been what was happening in my dream..." She trailed off, teeth nibbling on her lower lip.

"What dream?" Now I was curious too.

"Well a couple of weeks ago I had this dream, and it was just so draining? I mean I woke up the next morning covered in blood, and my magic waned for days after. I didn't even understand what was going."

"Oh, do you remember anything else? Who was there perhaps" For the first time since laying eyes on her in the café my thoughts had switched from wanting to make her happy to what answers I could get out of her.

"I don't know who it was but there was three other people, though I don't know who they were- I didn't care- there's was something more important for me to focus on, though I didn't know what that was either- and then once I had done that I woke up."

I nodded understanding what she was referring too, in her dream she had been in the Gilbert House the night I died, the three people being my mother, Dalia and I, and she was the great magic that Dalia had referred to. My beautiful Cece just didn't know how powerful she was yet.

"Well I suppose what you don't know is that I died that night, but you- my soul mate- you brought me back to life, so I could find you." She didn't reply straight away and I panicked wondering if I came on too strong.

"You died?" Finally she answered her voice muted her eyebrow furrowed, before- suddenly- she looked up at me her eyes filled with fire. "Why? How? Who?"

"His name was Jeremy Gilbert, he stabbed me through the heart with the one weapon that could kill me for good, but I don't blame him, I blame his sister."

"And who is she?"

"Elena Gilbert."

"I'd like to meet her one day." She mused, eyebrows quirked upwards, smirk on her face.

"Why?" Now I was thoroughly confused, this wasn't the reaction I was expecting.

"So I can kill her." She laughed lightly, before looking me straight in the eyes, the anger in her own melting to pure innocent love. "No one can ever hurt my soul mate."

I smirked, now that was the kind of love I had been looking for my entire life.

"Why did they kill you?" My smirk slipped a little at that question- why did they kill me?  Ofcourse there was the obvious reason that I was planning to cut off little Jeremy's tattooed arm, and then there was that I was trying to stop them from freeing Silas- yet death seemed such a large punishment for in comparison such petty crimes.

"I don't know."

"I know your lying- tell me."

And suddenly I was telling her everything that I had done wrong and why the Gilberts thought I was a monster, and in turn killed me.

"And that's what brought me to the Gilbert home, and you know what I would of killed Jeremy too, if it wasn't for the curse, but then I didn't, I didn't even cut off his arm because they killed me first." I finished my tale looking at her wide eyes, my palms sweating slighting within my nerves.

She stood frozen, almost as if she was a deer in headlights, her wide brown eyes flicking from mine to the floor then to mine again.

"Cece?"

And with that she started to run...