†BOTH COME @ ME LIKE A GOOD QUEEN
Send ( Ë ÂłË)†and a name and my muse will say how they would react if that character kissed them.Â
Sage + Mo
Sneaking around in plain sight was easy when their circles of friends ran together, more often than not (especially if Cyrus had even half of a word to say about it). Neither of them was even really sure how it happened, or what it was exactly. Surely if either of them had been asked about it, theyâd have come up with a different response. (âOh, weâre just hanging out/âYeah, we just like seeing each other naked.â/âItâs no big thing.â were the crowd favorites) So, when Dani was pleading with the gang for a night at the club, it seemed like a no-brainer to them. They werenât attached, they could drink and dance and carry on like they always would. Except they didnât. The night was consistent of subtle, sneaking touches, sitting a little too close, and maybe Sageâs hand slipping up his thigh from under the table.
So maybe it shouldnât have been that surprising when he kissed her. Right there. In the middle of the dance floor, with his hands on her. But it caught Sage a little off-guard. Maybe because she knew that she wasnât very drunk, or drunk at all, really. And from the taste of his lips, he wasnât either. Her lips responded tentatively at first, because she knew full well that they were in plain sight of their friends. The rumor mill would be spilling this out by morning, surely. Word traveled at lightning speed, it seemed. Nothing secret was ever secret for long, and this was becoming no exception to that. But just as quickly as the thought came to her did it slip away. If Mo was initiating this, kissing her in plain sight, then he couldnât care all that much, right? And if he didnât care, then she didnât either. So she kissed him back harder, more confidently. They only broke their lips apart for a moment, shared breathy laughs drowned out by the thumping base, before Sage leaned in to kiss him again.
Ryan + Effy
The venue was was small and rather packed for a band Ryan was convinced no one else knew about. Except Effy. Effy was always seemingly on the same wavelength as him. Sometimes before he even got there. He liked it a lot. He liked most things about her, though, and he was sure he was making that more than obvious by now (Heâd never been particularly good at hiding it). Sometimes, he got the sneaking suspicion that she felt the same way, but it couldâve been his ego (or maybe hopefulness) talking. Still, he couldnât help but notice that sometimes it wasnât him getting caught staring at her.
The show went as most rock shows go--there were crowdsurfers and mosh pits in the center of the floor and Ryan felt in his element. Until they played a stripped version of his (and, ironically Effyâs), favorite songs. Ryan stood behind her, almost waiting for the rest of the band to take the stage with their electric instruments and get the crowd roaring again. Halfway through the song, he looked down at Effy and smiled at her, almost immediately turning his attention back to the stage when she looked up at him. Noticing that she was still looking at him, he turned his attention back to her. She was smiling. Without realizing it, so was he. Then, before he could think about anything else, she was kissing him and Ryan thought he was making it all up. It was too good to be true, too good for a shithead like him, at least, to be kissing the girl heâd been pining over for God knows how long. When she pulled away from him, her embarrassed giggle only made him grin a little bigger and lean in for another one, hoping his luck hadnât completely run out just yet.
