Drabbletag - Crimson
Title: Bloodlust
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Crimson
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Malia/Kira
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Bloodplay
Kira’s breathing hard, fresh sweat prickling along the back of her neck. The spectres have vanished with howls of frustration as her sword cut through their smoke-like bodies, but they got in their hits, and Kira aches faintly all over.
Malia’s hand fists in her shirt, drags her close, and Kira’s lips buzz when Malia growls against them.
There’s still so much adrenaline buzzing through Kira’s system, and she grabs at Malia’s hair, tilts her head to make the kiss more deep, more desperate. Malia’s fingers are everywhere, digging into her waist, her thighs, her ass, making her moan softly when they find bruises.
She can feel the tension leaving her shoulders, because this is how her body knows the fight is really over. It’s not the last enemy falling before them, it’s these life-affirming kisses. It’s Malia’s hips grinding against her, the familiar sensation of Malia’s tongue curling against her own.
This is when she feels most animal, and yet somehow when she feels most human as well. It’s when she feels most real, safe and whole in Malia’s arms.
Malia’s pupils are dilated when she pulls back, lips shiny and full. There’s a vivid streak of crimson blood across her cheek, and Kira leans forward, runs her tongue over it, tastes metal and heat and something primal.
Malia growls again, lower and huskier, making Kira shiver. Backing her up against a tree, and Kira giggles, inclining her head for the hungry press of Malia’s lips to her throat.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Crimson
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Malia/Kira
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Bloodplay
Kira’s breathing hard, fresh sweat prickling along the back of her neck. The spectres have vanished with howls of frustration as her sword cut through their smoke-like bodies, but they got in their hits, and Kira aches faintly all over.
Malia’s hand fists in her shirt, drags her close, and Kira’s lips buzz when Malia growls against them.
There’s still so much adrenaline buzzing through Kira’s system, and she grabs at Malia’s hair, tilts her head to make the kiss more deep, more desperate. Malia’s fingers are everywhere, digging into her waist, her thighs, her ass, making her moan softly when they find bruises.
She can feel the tension leaving her shoulders, because this is how her body knows the fight is really over. It’s not the last enemy falling before them, it’s these life-affirming kisses. It’s Malia’s hips grinding against her, the familiar sensation of Malia’s tongue curling against her own.
This is when she feels most animal, and yet somehow when she feels most human as well. It’s when she feels most real, safe and whole in Malia’s arms.
Malia’s pupils are dilated when she pulls back, lips shiny and full. There’s a vivid streak of crimson blood across her cheek, and Kira leans forward, runs her tongue over it, tastes metal and heat and something primal.
Malia growls again, lower and huskier, making Kira shiver. Backing her up against a tree, and Kira giggles, inclining her head for the hungry press of Malia’s lips to her throat.