Fic Meme: Pucker Up

[manofclay]

The Kiss Meme 2.0

Pick your packet of kisses and I will write drabbles involving our muses kissing. Ooo la la.

The Cute Packet
- Kiss on the forehead.
- Kiss on the nose
- Kiss on the cheek
- Kiss on the lips

The Sexy Packet
- Kiss on the back
- Kiss on the neck
- Kiss on the shoulder
- French kiss

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[manofclay]

Kiss on the back
She was sprawled on the bed, face down, taking up all the room she could. Clay smiled affectionately, pulling back to slide out of her. She shivered ever so slightly which made him grin. Damn if she wasn’t even hotter when she was fucked senseless and he was the one providing the fucking.

He leaned over and kissed the small of her back. “Wanna go again, babe?”

The elbow came winging at his head like lightning. Boneless she may be but she wasn’t defenseless. Damn if he didn’t love that.
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Kiss on the neck

“Aisha?” he whispered, trying to keep his voice down. They were on an op, or at least supposed to be. They were currently hiding in a closet because apparently there was still one vigilant security guard at three in the morning.

“Hm?” Her voice came from somewhere around his left shoulder, but he wasn’t interested in her voice as much as he was interested in her hand, which was slipping underneath his shirt.

“We’re working.”

“I know.”

“And we’re wired.”

“I know.” That hand was now spread out low on his stomach and slowly turning downwards. He felt her lips brush against his neck, a little tease. “That’s what makes it hot.”
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Kiss on the shoulder

He started with his fingers, going down from behind her ear, the back of her neck then down her shoulder. She was a bunch of long lines, smooth curves and the occasional bright white scar. It didn’t diminish at all from her beauty, her appeal.

Since his hand was now sliding its way to her breast he followed the path again with his mouth. Only when he reached her shoulder did she shiver.
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French kiss

Of course she hit him first. After being “dead” for roughly six months, she had every right to hit him. He took it, took the rage and the anger until it actually started to hurt. Then he grabbed her wrists and pulled her in.

She struggled of course. The fight in her was the fight in their relationship, the way they never yielded themselves to each other. But when he slammed his lips to hers, forced his tongue in and around hers he felt her give, felt her yield.