Kissing meme drabbles
Lips sliding on lips, tongues gliding together in a familiar dance. Hands making practiced motions against the other’s hard planes. A movement, dance, that has been done so many times ago, with an erotic timelessness to it. Papers are swept off the desk as one pushes the other backwards, reports fluttering to the floor as one curses at the other.
The tinkle of glass breaking disturbs the moment. The scent of beer breaks up the light musk in the air, sullying it. The kissers look up.
“Sorry…Umm…” Peter beat a hasty retreat, blushing profusely, leaving Tony growling and Steve blushing
Lian howled, snot coming out of her nose, tears pouring down her face. Roy felt so helpless. He hated his baby girl getting hurt. Lian’s sobs broke him. He scooped her up, and set her on the counter before finding the first aid kit. He carefully washed out the cut, and slathered it with Neosporin, finishing it off with a Superman band aid.
“You didn’t kiss it Daddy,” Lian sniffled. Roy smiled, leaned down and kissed the scraped knee, then kissed her on the forehead.
“How about we try again?” Roy suggested, looking out the window at the abandoned bike.