wipe the blood away

Billy Hargrove

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finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

"Mmm, as long as it involves you, me, and the way you call me sweetheart, I'm open to ideas."

She lets out a soft noise as he kisses her throat. "My place isn't far - or we can take a ride in your sexy car to somewhere more comfortable?" She ducks her own head, pressing a kiss to his throat and then following it up with a light scrape of her teeth. "I can't completely promise I'll behave in the car, though, baby. You make it so hard to want to keep my hands to myself."

He liked the way that she answered, hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. At least they were on the same page about things and he didn't feel the need to hesitate just in case. "I'll be happy to call you sweetheart all night long." Dax mumbled against her throat before smiling a bit.

Hearing her continue on he pulled back so he could look at her. "My place isn't too far either." A bit of a shiver traveled down his spine as he teeth met his skin, his hold on her hips tightening just a bit. "Got a whole house to myself so we don't have to worry about any sort of interruption."

She lets a noise of appreciation fall from her throat as he kisses her again, arms tightening around his shoulders to pull him a little closer.

Here, with less interference from the noise of the bar, she can hear the dull thudding of his pulse - the way his blood rushes through his veins. She wants him so badly.

Dakota let himself get lost in the kiss for the time being, not a single other care in the world. Of course he was well aware of the fact that they couldn't stay out there forever but for the moment he'd just take it all in.

And then there would be the issue of the lack of space in his car. The two door did not lend itself to being the best place to fool around but it certainly would not have been the first time. He let himself pull back from their kiss just enough so he could press more kisses to her jaw and neck.

If  she  had  a  watch,  she'd  at  least  have  an  idea  of  how  much  longer  it'll  be  before  she's  finally  off  to  places  unknown.  Well  .  .  .  unknown  to  her,  anyway.

From  the  edge  of  the  steel  and  wooden  box  car  Gen  sits  perched  upon,  she  swings  her  legs  to  and  fro—the  laces  of  one  of  her  sneakers  slowly  coming  undone  from  the  leisurely  movement.

A  problem  she  can't  be  bothered  to  tend  to  right  now.

If  one  of  the  railyard  bulls  happens  across  her  before  the  wheels  start  rolling,  however,  and  she  tries  running,  only  to  wind  up  facedown  in  the  dirt—all  because  she  was  too  lazy  to  make  a  quick  pair  of  bunny  ears—she'll  truly  have  something  to  be  pissed  about.

With  a  huff,  she  props  her  leg  up  and  gets  to  work  on  forming  a  tight  knot  from  fraying  threads.

Crunch.

Her  head  jerks  to  the  left,  then  right.

Crunch.

Silently,  Gen  scans,  searching  for  the  source  of  gravel  shifting  underfoot.  Then  she  spots  a  silhouette,  illuminated  against  the  backdrop  of  a  silver  moon.  Tall,  muscled  .  .  .  and  a  face  she  can't  quite  make  out  just  yet.

Her  stomach  drops,  and  a  cold  sweat  erupts  across  her  body.  She's  miles—states—away  from  home.  He  wouldn't  be  able  to  find  her  here  if  his  life  depended  on  it.  Hers  does  upon  him  not.

He had needed to get away for a little while. Would it have been easier to just hole himself up in his house for a bit and gone from there? More than likely but he was riding that thin, thin line of another episode so the logical thinking had gone straight out the door days ago. But why trying to be one with nature was his go to idea remained to be discovered.

One with nature. AKA drinking the six pack of cheap beer he had in hand and laying in the grass somewhere. Not practical but maybe it'll make him feel better. Likely not.

There was a spot past the tracks that he could remember and he figured that would be good enough. No one would just be showing up there unlike if he just stayed at home. And his phone was off so there wouldn't be that bother. A fresh pack of cigarettes, a drink, and a few hours to himself. Heaven, practically. (if one didn't think too much about it.)

Given the time of day, seeing the train still sitting there on the tracks wasn't surprising. If they stuck to their normal schedule he knew that it would likely be a few hours until they pulled out. What he wasn't expecting to see was a girl sitting at the edge of a open boxcar. Especially considering the hour of the night. He should have just kept moving on and let her be. (stranger danger and a man approaching a woman that late at night do not go together) But curiosity was certainly a beast. One that he hardly ever ignored.

Dakota approached but kept a respectable distance, his free hand raising as if to show he meant no harm. "Trying to catch a ride somewhere, sweetheart?" He asked before leaning over to set the pack of beer down on to the gravel. "Train doesn't leave for a few hours so I hope you're not in a rush."

He had no desire to make it into heaven and now he didn't really care since this was probably better than he could ever imagine heaven to be. The way she gripped his thighs then moved to wrap around him, truly it was all just so good.

And the way she takes all of him. He couldn't help the low groan that came from him as she swallowed, eyes closing just for a moment. "Christ's sake, Billie." Dakota mumbled as he looked back at her. His free hand moved to settle at the back of her head, fingers tangling into her hair but not gripping at it yet.

"Of course, sweetheart." There was more that he intended to say but the words very quickly disappeared as she kissed the head of his cock once it was free. It already managed to pull a groan from him and he knew that he was done for right then and there. Not that he would ever complain about that.

Dakota let his head rest back against the couch, tilting to the side so he could still see her as perfectly as she took him into her mouth. He wasn't going to let himself miss such an amazing sight. "Fuck, baby, keep it up." He did his best not to move his hips too much quite yet as to not rush things.

The evening air is crisp as they step out into it - and once Billie realises which car is his, she lets out a soft noise of appreciation. Not even just the kind to flatter an ego - she's genuinely impressed by the car.

Not, of course, that she has much more of an opportunity to say so. Dakota has her backed against the side of the car in seconds, and Billie lets her arms fall back over his shoulders.

Had she said yes and that this wasn't anything new for her, Dakota wouldn't have thought twice about it. It wouldn't have made him change his mind or see her differently. How fair would that be considering that he was the same way. He wasn't exactly known for keeping consistent partners.

"Oh I very much consider myself lucky regardless of what the answer is." He let himself lean closer to her, fingers pressing into her hips. "But I absolutely do like a girl that knows what she wants. Sure as hell worked out in my favor."

It was true - there was a reason Billie immediately threw anything she finished in the trash. She had to face it less that way.

Smiling, Billie leans up from where she kneels to steal another kiss, before resting back on her haunches to smooth her hands up and down his thighs. There was something about Dakota that got her going - they were so well matched in bed, and in temperament.

He brushes his thumb along her lower lip, and Billie opens her lips a little wider to pull it into her mouth, sucking on it briefly as her hands brush over his crotch through his jeans. 

After a moment, she lets his hand fall - focusing on undoing his zipper so deft fingers can slip inside and start to tease him.

There was a tinge of relief as she told him that she wouldn't judge. It had never been a worry but to hear it was almost comforting. Though it was just a reminder that he needed to clean up.

He leaned forward a bit to meet her for the kiss even if it was just a quick one. That was perfectly fine by him considering where she was at the moment. And he wasn't going to distract her from whatever she had on her mind. Even if the way she sucked on his thumb distracted him for a moment.

All of it couldn't have worked out any better than it had. Meeting her really just made things a bit more enjoyable. She seemed to understand things more than the average person so he wanted to keep her around.

It serves her well here, now. It serves her to know no one is looking at her twice. She's been looked at too much. Poisons the brain, scratches it raw. The man (boy, really) opposite of her makes a point. She sips the dregs of a whiskey sour that makes her mouth curl. His solution is elegant. It's forgiving.

"I guess it would've been for the best," she admits with a shiver. Miriam doesn't know what to do with her eyes. "It's hard work, ignoring stuff. I don't know why it never lasts."

There was a shrug from him, twisting the beer bottle he had around in his hand. "It's hard work when you do care about things. But worth it if you don't want to get hurt over and over again. I would rather put in that work." But at that point it wasn't hard work anymore. It was just second nature. Years of looking at it all like that made it easy to just disregard it all.

"I suppose learning how to deal with it would be the best answer. The correct way to go about things." The normal way. Nothing about him was normal anymore so the normal way was no longer an option.

Dakota watched as she followed him outside, not entirely surprised that she had done so. He certainly didn't mind the company while he got his bit of fresh air. "You don't have to smoke. I ain't gonna force you to." A light laugh followed his words before finding a spot to lean against. There may have been a plethora of bad habits under his belt but he wasn't going to push it on to anyone else.

Billy Hargrove ~ S3 Chapter 1 - Suzie, do you copy? The beginning of the end

“Well then let me take care of you. Seems I need to work a little harder to catch up, huh? I had a little bit of wine at home, but certainly not the kind of party you’re having.”

"They're not all from tonight." Dakota let out, watching her as she looked at the bottles. Which surprisingly wasn't a lie. But plenty had been consumed to give him the buzz that he had been looking for. Take the edge off the pain.

He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I'll slow down a bit so you can catch up." If he actually would remained to be seen.

As much as he didn't want her to get up so soon, he wasn't going to complain since she would be coming back with another drink. There wasn't even a second of hesitation to take a sip of it as it was handed off to him and his legs instinctively opened to give her all the space that she could want.