Title - Why We Kiss 

Author name - Carol 

E-mail - writestories315@yahoo.com 

Rating - PG

Classification - V, H, slight R (Harm and Mac) 

Spoilers - A little bit everything  

Disclaimer - I own nothing. Nor do I admit to owning
anything. If I really owned anything do you think it
would take me 15 years to pay back my students loans. 

Summery - A conversation about kisses

Author's Notes - Pure fluff, enjoy. 

 



A Bar

Friday November 7  



“What makes people what to kiss each other?” Ketter
asked, as he, Mac, and Harm watched a younger couple
kissing on the dance floor in front of all of the
patrons.  



“Are you asking to kiss me?” Harm responded as he then
took a sip of his beer. 



“No. But why do people kiss each other?” Ketter said
as he looked at his friend and shook his head. 



“If you think about it all kissing is pressing your
lips to the end of 66 feet of intestines.” Harm gave
Ketter his other answer. 



“No wonder why you’re still single.” Ketter told Harm
with a straight face. 



“OK how about temptation?” Harm said trying to give
Ketter a good answer. 



“No, I mean there has to be something more to that.”
Ketter said taking a gulp of his beer. 



“They want to do it. Motivation is a very strong thing
and a lot of people like it.” Harm said giving his
answer with a smile and a shrug. 



“No. You’re a woman Mac, what of you think?” Ketter
said directing his attention to Mac, who was enjoying
the conversation between the two men. 



“Chemistry.” Mac said, then she took a sip of her
water. 



“What kissing is a simple chemical reaction?” Harm
said mocking Mac.  



“Yes. Do you want me to explain?” Mac said, setting
her glass down and challenging the males. 



“Yeah, I do.” Harm said with a smile. 



“Me too.” Ketter said moving forward to hear what Mac
was going to tell them. 



Mac placed her elbows on the table and intertwined her
fingers together. Then she placed her chin on top of
her hands and preceded to explain kissing to the men.
“All your doing is taking two objects and gently
applying them to each other. With a minimal amount of
pressure during a small amount of time. After that
first kiss another is wanted, not for your head but
for your soul. Your soul or heart tells you that it
wants more. So you place your lips together with more
pressure, creating a longer time frame. Also causing a
larger need.”  



As Mac spoke Harm slowly leaned forward and looked at
her as if what she said controlled his life.  



While she talked she shifted her eyes from both men,
spending most of her time on Harm. Mac lowered her
voice, to make it more seductive. “After a few more
light touches you find yourself wanting to explore the
other being. Your tongue gently touches the other
lips. They open their mouth and your tongues touch for
the first time creating a wonderful sensation, that
can only be beaten by another kiss. Then the kisses
become more wanting and more passionate. Your senses
are running wild there is no way that you can control
them. Your heart and soul are telling you that
touching will give you more. You touch, you feel, you
caress those lips that are upon yours. You can’t hear
anything, expect for the blood rushing through your
ears and the moans coming from some where deep in
their soul. It’s the lips that you want. It’s not the
kiss it’s part of them. It’s part of the person. The
kiss is that person letting you into their soul.”  



Mac removed her hands and took a sip from her water,
then continued, “That my friends is what makes people
want to kiss.”  



Then she leaned back and looked at the two men. They
both just stared at her for a moment, their jaws
dropped. Both of the men looked at each other, took
their glasses of beer in hand and drank the rest down.
After a few seconds they turned their attention back
to the woman in front of them, who had a smile of
satisfaction on her face. Then Ketter to Harm, “The
man kissing that woman is one lucky bastard.” 



Harm just smiled at his friend and thought about the
things he was going to do to Mac once they got back to
his place. “One lucky bastard.” He said locking eyes
with his secret girlfriend. 



The End (maybe)