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He's lost count of the number of times he has kissed her, but he can recount the detail of every one. His favourite kiss changes depending on his mood. If he's honest, they're all his favourites, even when they were parting as those tearful goodbye kisses gave him hope that somehow, somewhere he would see her again.
The one he used to return to again and again was the one they shared outside Granny's, in the cold night air. They finally had a quiet moment and she had kissed him for the second time. It was warm and tender but full of unspoken passion. Through everything they had experienced, that kiss gave him comfort. There were no monsters, no evil demons. It was two people sitting together, talking about everything and nothing.
They'd shared many kisses since then. Kisses of joy, kisses of pain, kisses of lust, kisses of hope, kisses of despair. And every time it felt like their first and their last. They'd been pulled asunder so many times. The worlds could not keep them apart. He'd kissed her in a field of flowers, her Light would not be consumed by Darkness. He'd kissed her when he gave her the ring. It was a promise that he would be with her, always. That it would guide her back to him.
They'd kissed again in the field of flowers, shrouded in darkness. He was drawn to her like a moth to an open flame. Her white skin glowed in the moonlight. There was a reluctance to part from her oh so red lips. He could have taken her there and then, the lust was so strong. Voices in his head told him what had to be done, and revenge was more important than his siren.
She sealed his death with a kiss. A sacrifice to make up for the pain he had brought upon her. She followed him down to the depths of Hades' realm. She wanted to kiss him but he turned away. He didn't deserve to be saved. Selfish and villainous, he should have gone to the bad place, consumed by fire.
She had fought for him. She wanted to split her heart for him. She would have stayed if he had asked. But he didn't and she ascended. One last kiss between them. Parting was not sweet sorrow, it was excruciating. Her taste remained on his lips and her touch burnt onto his fingertips. It was cruel to give him such hope and then snatch it away.
A miracle. Her joy at seeing him resurrected was pure and unadulterated. She planted soft excited kisses on his face and stopped his explanation mid-sentence with a kiss that was full of hunger and love. But their joy was tainted. She clung to him, tighter than ever before as he added his arrow to the several already adorning the coffin.
Six months since their kiss outside Granny's. Six months of crossing realms, defeating the Darkness and defying death. Six months together he had a new memory. Again it was out the front at Granny's. Instead of hiding under the cover of evening, they were in the bright sunshine, holding hands. In the wake of something horrible they had a moment. One quiet moment, one that perhaps wouldn't last, but she took the opportunity to say the words. She'd said them before of course, but there was always something else in the way. Curses, realms, darkness, or death.
Walking hand in hand, following Jekyll and David into Granny's, she almost sang his name, so he knew something was up. For once it wasn't anything gut wrenching. Three little words. Three little words that she meant with her whole heart.
He didn't say anything in return, but kissed her with everything he had. Then she was off her feet her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him as close as she could.
That was the kiss he returned to, with her golden hair shining in the sun and her bright green eyes finally free of tears. The kiss that brought him back to life.