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five times kissed meme || no longer accepting @hotsaucechrsmscake / @unworthyheart

ONE. "Mike!“ She shrieked, twisting and squirming away from him and those long fingers of his that knew exactly where to dig into her skin to tickle the most. It was like he had a sixth sense for where she was ticklish, and he was merciless in using that skill, especially when SHE started the play fights. Say it! He laughed from above her and she fought to escape his hands for another minute before finally giving in. "Uncle!” She cried, conceding defeat. “Uncle! I give!”

He let up, falling to lie alongside her, laughing himself. You shouldn’t start fights you can’t win, Foxy. He teased, making her roll to her side and bite his shoulder lightly. “I’ll win one of these days.” You owe me an apology now. His smirk was completely cocky and playful, and she knew he didn’t mean it that way but still she rolled to sit atop him, a leg on either side of his hips, and leaned down to kiss him. “How’s that for an apology?” She sassed.

TWO. The short wall that surrounded the planters in the school’s courtyard made for a good lunchtime meeting spot for the little group of not-exactly-model-citizen high schoolers, where they lounged and relaxed until not only the bell rang, but the late bell too went off, spurring them into reluctant motion. But until then, Octavia, Harper and Verity laughed as Helo and Louis idly wrestled a little ways away from the wall itself, Octavia pointedly ignoring her older brother a few yards away on the outskirts of his little sister’s group of friends, who was flirting with a pretty brunette senior girl. Murphy came stalking out, exchanging a complicated looking handshake with Mbege and grinning at Verity as the two wrestlers paused their spar so the group could hear how he’d talked his way out of detention. Fox herself lounged lying on the wall, smiling despite her closed eyes at Murphy’s story, soaking in the sun until the boy who’s legs she had her own draped across nudged her, making her look up at him and accept the half sandwich he was offering her with a grateful smile.

Some weeks lunch money just didn’t win out over phone minutes.

The bell went off and the group made noises of discontent as they slowly gathered their things and prepared to return to classes, and Mike laughed as he pushed Fox’s legs off him when it became apparent she was going to try to pretend she hadn’t heard the bell. C’mon delinquent. He teased, making her groan and sit up with a poke of her tongue at him. She got up and grabbed her bag from the ground as Octavia called for her, the girls all looking back at her expectantly. “Thanks for the sandwich.” She said quietly enough that the others’ wouldn’t hear, lifting on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before jogging off to catch up with the girls.

THREE. She heard the front door open and stood from his front step, offering a small, embarrassed smile. “I didn’t make curfew.” She said by way of explanation, and wasn’t surprised when he smirked in return and crossed the distance between them to wrap her in his arms. What happened? “Octavia was upset, I couldn’t just leave.” He pulled back and leaned down to kiss her, and while she hadn’t really expected it ( it wasn’t the first time she’d shown up on his doorstep but each time she was worried he’d be annoyed ) she smiled against his lips. Such a delinquent. He whispered teasingly as he pulled back, making her laugh and roll her eyes. “That’s me, delinquent extraordinaire.”

C’mon, we’ll watch a movie or something. He turned to go back inside and she fell into step with him, her hand searching out his on instinct.

FOUR. He was leaving. She couldn’t even say she was completely upset about it. He was going to college, he’d gotten in to multiple places and she was so fucking proud of him she could hardly find the words.

But it meant he was leaving. Going somewhere she’d never seen before, with people she’d never met who were brighter and smarter and more mature than she was, and she was losing him. He’d be back over summer, she knew that, maybe even before, on holiday breaks. But it wouldn’t be the same. She’d still be here, working the same diner job she has been the last two years, barely making rent on the new studio she’d just gotten word she was approved for today, and taking classes at the local community college. Things would be different now. But she was so proud of him that she was almost okay with it.

Gina hadn’t let them leave, and since Mike was one of her favorites, he’d gotten one of the guest rooms in her parents’ house that she and Bellamy had thrown the graduation party at. And since Fox was one of his favorites, she got to share the bed with him. They’d been giggling and buzzed as they shut the door on the rest of the trickling out partiers and those already napping or dozing on various furniture, and she’d pulled him by both hands to her, letting go of his to cup his face and kiss him hard.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he sensed something different in the desperation of her kiss tonight, but either way, his hands came under her to lift her, her legs wrapping around his waist, and they stumbled back to the bed, still kissing until his knees hit the mattress and they both tumbled onto the bed.

He pulled back, probably thinking he was crushing her, but she yanked him back to her, her legs tightening briefly around his waist. They scooted up the bed messily, kissing the whole way up, and for once she managed not to fuck it up with words even if they bubbled in her throat, wanting to tell him she’d miss him, that things weren’t ever going to be the same again and that terrified her, that she was beyond proud of him. She kept those thoughts to herself, though, and hoped she could convey them all to him this way. That it would be enough.

FIVE. He was back! She ran the entire way from the bus stop to his house. He’d called her when he’d gotten in and she told Felix at the diner that she was leaving and he could dock her if he wanted to, and bolted from the restaurant without a moment to spare. He was on the porch, hanging up a call, and she shouted his name, making him look up with that wide grin she loved. He came trotting down the steps and without hesitation, opened his arms as she literally threw herself at him, arms snaked around his neck and legs around his waist. Her momentum and his made him spin around with her in his arms until he could steady himself, and even then he had only a moment before she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, unable to help herself. “I missed you.” She said, making him laugh out loud.

Never would have guessed.