â–˛ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did. {Ginnylestrade}
He shouldn’t have been staring, but he couldn’t help it. He’d surprised her with doughnuts that morning, and got one with custard in the center. And she had just a little right there. And he wanted nothing more than to kiss it off...or lick it. Both sounded great.
John smiled and found his eyes drifting down to her lips again when she laughed. Dammit, he was screwed.
Party, two drinks each, shoved in the closet in a juvenile attempt to have 7 minutes in heaven. He kisses her on the cheek and they fake a makeout to get out of there sooner.
John was breathless, grinning like a loon after that run. Being chased through the streets wasn’t his idea of a normal jog. That’s what he gets for participating in the Zombie Takeover day. People were running through the streets dressed as Zombies or Hunters. Honestly, it had been a blast. It wasn’t until they were in a safe spot that he stopped a moment to catch his breath and look at his hunting companion for the day. Adrenaline had him on the fantastic high and he almost kissed her right there in the doorway.
After years of dancing around one another and then finally getting their act together and dating, John was finally able to watch her walk down the aisle to him, beaming. He couldn’t stop grinning either. It wasn’t until he was given permission that he pulled her close and kissed his wife.