#fbarielle

{ i want the k : hot, steamy kiss }

this isn’t how it's supposed to go.

camille had only wanted help on how to kiss, and had been too bashful (to say the absolute least about it) to ask anyone else. arielle, bless her, was kind enough to extend her aid. and help was supposed to be all that this is --

and not arielle’s hair between camille’s fingers and her mouth on her skin and arielle everywhere: on her tongue and her hands and the sweet nothings ringing in camille’s ears. it’s all bated, gasping breaths, and insistence, and the soft pliant lips of one girl meeting another. she kisses gently first, as she always had, but chasteness is exhaled between willing mouths and inviting tongues and teeth grazing over her lower lip. and despite it all there’s something shy about the way they kiss each other, reluctant and eager all the same.

this isn’t a fight anymore, and camille quite isn’t sure if there’s anything to --

Kiss status: Accepting! 

3: Nose Kiss

He couldn’t help it. It was almost an impulse, but his hands were on her cheeks and she just looked so cute. Of course the azaleas would look perfect on her. What was he doing wasting his time with violets when the answer had always been in the silly azaleas. 

“Arielle!” Marci gasped and in the next second a grin was blooming on his features. “I think this is my best work yet! That flower crown is perfect. Azaleas were obviously created just for you!” He really didn’t think about it, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her nose followed by a little giggle as his arms wrapped around her to yank her into a tight hug. 

Marci’s insta 1/--

Today was a little bit different in that Marci was actually late for one (two minutes late, but for such a punctual kid like him even that was enough to cause a stir.) Stumbling into the gymnasium, he dropped his bag with an audible thud, leaning over with hands braced on his knees so he could catch his breath from nearly sprinting here. “I’m here!” He hollered, forcing himself to straighten up and fix the flowers in his hand with a soft touch. Spotting the captain almost immediately, Marci bounded over to her, hand extended and a bright show of pale blues and rosy reds paired with pristine whites.