Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. (from The Princess Bride)
Ok, sure, Wesley and Buttercup’s kiss is epic but is it the G.O.A.T.? (Greatest of all time.)
That’s a tough one, isn’t it? There are SO MANY great kisses, in movies, in books, and on TV. It’s impossible–but fun–to try and pick just one.
For me, the best TV kiss of all time might just be Veronica and Logan’s first kiss in Season One of Veronica Mars, one of my top ten favorite TV shows. Everything about it, from the way the relationship has built up over the past 17 episodes to the music to the shock viewers felt when it happened makes it just perfect. (That shock factor also makes Buffy and Spike’s first kiss riveting as well.) And, yes, that kiss from North and South is gorgeous but it’s not quite G.O.A.T. material for me.)
My favorite movie kiss might be that iconic scene from The Notebook. They’re just so all in and it’s what the viewer wants more than anything and their chemistry is off the charts and just give me a frickin’fan already.
My G.O.A.T. book kiss scene is not even an actual kiss but a discussion about the perfect kiss. In Julie Anne Long’s What I Did for A Duke, Alexander tells Genevieve what a kiss should be like. It knocks me off my feet every time I read it.
He casually, deliberately removed his coat, folded it neatly, laid it next to him. The wind took the opportunity to play in his hair, lifting it a bit, tossing it about, letting it drop, satisfied at having mussed a duke. He leaned back on his hands. And then idly turned to her. He inhaled, and exhaled an almost long-suffering sigh. And he began in a patient, almost leisurely fashion, in a voice fashioned from dark velvet, a voice that stroked over her senses until they were lulled, to lecture directly to her as if she was a girl in the schoolroom. “A proper kiss, Miss Eversea, should turn you inside out. It should . . . touch places in you that you didn’t know existed, set them ablaze, until your entire being is hungry and wild. It should . . . hold a moment, I want to explain this as clearly as possible . . .” He tipped his head back and paused to consider, as though he were envisioning this and wanted to relate every detail correctly. “It should slice right down through you like a cutlass with a pleasure so devastating it’s very nearly pain.” He waited, watching her face, allowing her to accommodate the potent words. Her mouth was parted. Her breathing short. She couldn’t look away. His eyes and voice held her as fast as if he’d cradled her face with his hands. And as he said them, an echo of sensation sounded in her, like a remembered dream, an instinct awakened. She thought about Mars getting ready to give Venus a good pleasuring. Stop, she should say. “And . . . ?” she whispered. “It should make you do battle for control of your senses and your will. It should make you want to do things you’d never dreamed you’d want to do, and in that moment all of those things will make perfect sense. And it should herald, or at least promise, the most intense physical pleasure you’ve ever known, regardless of whether that promise is ever, ever fulfilled. It should, in fact . . .” he paused for effect “. . . haunt you for the rest of your life.
How about you? What’s your G.O.A.T. kiss?