[Just Fic] Fantastic Idea
(No prompt, just fic. Goes with this piece, written for the kissing meme. Noah had to follow it up. doc_shea used with permission.)
She was fussing at him. Her back was straight and her were eyes glaring. He'd given up arguing with her in the last moment or two, but he wasn't sure she had noticed. Nor did she notice how much closer he had moved to her. The argument - whatever it had been about - mattered little to him. He just enjoyed watching her get riled up. It was so easy, too. Pressing her buttons, making that look cross her face. That look that was supposed to mean she hated him.
"Shut up, Shea," he said, his fingers softly falling against her hip. And before she could retort, he was closing his mouth on hers - forcing her silence. Finally doing the one thing he'd wanted to do since their very first disagreement. He heard a soft grunt from her as she tried to resist, so his hand slid around to the small of her back and pulled her body to his tightly. He deepened the kiss just a bit while still keeping it long and slow. He had to hold onto it, after all. When he felt her finally give in to the kiss, and her arms circle his neck, he smiled slightly. He let his tongue move against hers, savoring the taste, and pressed his thumb into her back. Good god it was better than he'd thought it would be.
When she finally pulled away from him, he let her. He watched her face closely for a reaction, and watched the expression change. She'd enjoyed it, too. He could tell. "Was it that bad?" He tried not to gloat as her face set stubbornly again and she stepped back.
"Don't get used to it." He watched her still as she spun around and walked off. The smile spread on his lips and his tongue ran over his bottom lip slowly, holding on to the tingle. Oh no, he had no plans on getting used to it. No. He wanted to be that thrilled every time that he kissed her.
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She was fussing at him. Her back was straight and her were eyes glaring. He'd given up arguing with her in the last moment or two, but he wasn't sure she had noticed. Nor did she notice how much closer he had moved to her. The argument - whatever it had been about - mattered little to him. He just enjoyed watching her get riled up. It was so easy, too. Pressing her buttons, making that look cross her face. That look that was supposed to mean she hated him.
"Shut up, Shea," he said, his fingers softly falling against her hip. And before she could retort, he was closing his mouth on hers - forcing her silence. Finally doing the one thing he'd wanted to do since their very first disagreement. He heard a soft grunt from her as she tried to resist, so his hand slid around to the small of her back and pulled her body to his tightly. He deepened the kiss just a bit while still keeping it long and slow. He had to hold onto it, after all. When he felt her finally give in to the kiss, and her arms circle his neck, he smiled slightly. He let his tongue move against hers, savoring the taste, and pressed his thumb into her back. Good god it was better than he'd thought it would be.
When she finally pulled away from him, he let her. He watched her face closely for a reaction, and watched the expression change. She'd enjoyed it, too. He could tell. "Was it that bad?" He tried not to gloat as her face set stubbornly again and she stepped back.
"Don't get used to it." He watched her still as she spun around and walked off. The smile spread on his lips and his tongue ran over his bottom lip slowly, holding on to the tingle. Oh no, he had no plans on getting used to it. No. He wanted to be that thrilled every time that he kissed her.
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