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This is late LOL but it has been on my mind.

Kiss Prompt 12: A hoarse “Kiss me”.

Pairing: Adam du Mortain x f!Detective (Fiona Stonheart)

Warnings: G

Word Count: 629

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Adam’s been sparring with Fiona for nearly an hour.

When Fiona first started taking up supernatural combat training, she was slow. Predictable. Even given that she had some skills in mixed martial arts, she was barely much of a match for Morgan. But she persisted - and that alone garnered a trove of respect from him. Each time she went crashing to the mat, she sprang back up, bruised and tired but fists up and a determined grin on her face.

And now, months later, she was good. Almost as good as Agent Stonehart. Fiona’s light on her feet as she bounces around him in a circle, her eyes trained on every twitch he makes, looking for an opening to make a jab. It’s as much a psychological match as it is physical, their eyes locked onto each, searching for a feint or for a moment a weakness. 

His own comes at a noise, at something clattering against the windows in the vaulted ceiling. It’s just for a moment that his eyes leave hers, yet it’s all the time she needs.

Fiona arcs in, her fist flying at his neck. Adam overcorrects when he swings back towards her to bat away her attack so much that he stumbles back on his feet. One leg kicks up as he falls and sweeps Fiona off of her feet, her eyes widening as she begins to fall with him.

Instinctively his arms dart out for her, wrapping around her waist as the back of his head hits the mat with a dull thud. He shuts his eyes against the monetary twinge of pain that explodes there.

When he opens them, it’s to Fiona, straddling his hips, her hands bracing against the mat on either side of his head. Some of her light brown hair has escaped her ponytail and now fall in waves around her face, clinging to the flushed cheeks. She’s so close that he can practically feel her heartbeat racing in her chest, different from before. It’s not from exertion, no, he knows the tune of that sound, it’s the skip-thud-thud he hears whenever he’s close by. Whenever they’re together.

Fiona’s tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his. His breath hitches in his throat, his own heart stilling at the sight.

He wants to move, he wants to burn his hands against the heat of her arm, to tug her in closer until their chest to chest so that maybe she too could feel the tremor of excitement she elicits in him. He wants to hold her there, against him, wants to let his body sing with the joy of having her on him, having her surround him, wants to seal the promise of his love into the petal pink of her lips yet-

All he can manage past the sudden dryness of his throat is one breathless plea.

“Kiss me.”

Her pupils explode, black overtaking the honey gold of hazel. Her fingertips scrape against the rough material of the mat, draw against the contours of his face and into the short, sweaty strands of his hair, and she looks at him like she is reverent, like she has seen divinity instead of the devil, and good God his body thrums with so much need it’s like he could snap.

Fiona swoops down close, pauses for a breath so he can feel the smile curving at her lips, and she kisses him like so much rain cooling fire ravaged earth. It’s like a sigh of relief, a promise finally kept, and he welcomes it with his hands finding the small of her back and her name on his lips - Fiona Fiona Fiona - his grace for being allowed to revel in this marvelous gift of her.

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every time i see your icon i think it’s me for some reason but ok let’s go

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner?

fiona: for all her romances (with a and with nate), she makes sure she takes time out of her day to spend time with them! even if it’s only for ten minutes to get tea or have a quick chat, it’s important to her that she takes time to be with them. that said she’s both happy + excited to plan out long dates and scope out places for them to visit in the big city or in wayhaven.

charlie: charlie is surprisingly very physically affectionate. as she’s more comfortable with nat, she’s happy to lay her legs across her lap or wrap her arm around her shoulders and freely gives a lot of kisses. also: lots of cuddling and playing with nat’s hair. she also takes great enjoyment in improving her cooking skills with nat.

lu: lu loves to do things for felix! he’s very acts of service kind of guy. he’s happy to help him with like, say, his laundry, or his paperwork when needed! but he’s also very verbal and tells felix in many different ways how much he loves him. it varies from “seeing you put a smile on his face” to “you always amaze me.” 

faustus: faustus, like, charlie, is physically affectionate too. he’s always reaching for mason, but in more teasing ways like flicking his hair or blowing air at him. HOWEVER, he also is very keen to keep in check things mason and mason doesn’t like (like certain fabrics, scents) and does quite a bit to ensure mason always has a unobtrusive experience at his apartment.

🧘🏽

i don’t have it in me rn to do much writing or art but i can always play with picrews

Fiona purses her lips at the thought of Adam. In so many other circumstances, she wouldn’t have spent so much time agonizing over the brief touches they’ve shared, the longing look hidden in those icy green eyes of his, the kiss that almost was before Adam shut her down while holding her hand like it was a lifeline and he was lost at sea. Especially since Adam made it so clear he was hesitant to even acknowledge the real feelings stirring between them, staying stuck on one person didn’t appeal to her.

Nothing had ever been usual, had ever been typical, with Adam.

Because then, oh, then he had to actually smile. A real smile. Not a flicker, not a shadow, not a half formed thing though even that sent her heart fluttering with excitement — a real smile. Complete with the two most dear little dimples that had her heart stuttering to a stop.

Adam had looked so happy, truly happy, to talk about his siblings. Even after 900 years of separation from his family, he still had so much genuine fondness shining through him. And for an instant, all that she could think about was him looking at their child like that, eyes as soft and as warm as the first morning light touching dew covered grass. The thought was gone as soon as it came to her but left her with such a strong invocative need and the raw, aching thought that shit, she was actually in love with this man.

She smiles at her lap, unusually shy at the memory. She plays with a loose thread on the hem of her dress.

“Oh, you know, sometimes he lets me see this part of him that is so uninhibited and open...” her smile grows as she curls her hands into a loose fist. “I think all it takes is one good look at someone’s heart, no matter how brief, to know the love you could know together.”

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hi alicia!!!!  🥺  💖 💖 💖 omg you’re really gonna make me cry i haven’t thought about rings before ok ok this is gonna be a lil long so i’m gonna put in a cut i’m gonna tag you since i had to make an entire post skdksk @admdmrtn​

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