#kdrabble

7: Scratches

 she remembers the night they fucked too vividly when he’s in the room–after all it was only last week. But she was keeping her distance from Gabe– at least when Marie was around. They’re alone now though– at 3 30 on the morning and sitting on the beach. He almost feels like an old friend, or at the very least a new one, a new something. The light from the small bonfire she’d convinced him to help her build isn’t bright but it’s there. She isn’t talking much, just sitting next to him. She spots the first scratch when she leans back, it’s faint– healed over but there– and then she notices the smattering of them across his back. “Oh my God– What happened to you?” She laughs softly at the end, and the ocean almost swallows the sound. 

He lifts the beer up to his lips, a smirk spread across them already, before he finally speaks. “You happened to me.” She blinks slowly and an urgent heat fills the pit of her stomach as her mind fills with memory. She remembers her legs around his waist and her back against the wall, the impatience of it all– the way her fingers dug into his skin each time she came– she remembers. And suddenly she feels as if there isn’t enough space between them. An ocean wouldn’t be enough. She lifts her fingers to the marks and her fingers trace each one. 

20: Any of the Above (Neck Nibble)

She’s dreaming him. It’s the only explanation for it-- for waking up with her mind feeling like she’d been snorting for days-- like she’d been taking hits of something. But she’s clean again-- and it isn’t helping her to forget him. She wants to be numb-- she doesn’t want to feel. She just wants to exist in a place where Kai doesn’t. Wants it to stop hurting. 

She says it’s just a stop over when it isn’t-- she’s home, but not in her usual way. She almost hides, almost blends into the sudden sun of this London summer. This is no recreational trip-- she is here on business. She lasts 2 days before she finds him in a familiar haunt, some other man’s lips on his--and the jealousy she feels makes her nauseous. She shouldn’t have expected any more from him-- they had never mistaken each other for something they weren’t. But he is kissing him. And it lights her blood on fire.When he pulls away she is standing there, with tears in her eyes and messy hair. She is dishevelled and it shows. The tartan skirt sits in place, her outfit is immaculate and so is her lipstick but she-- is dishevelled. “Hi.” She wants to walk away-- is determined to walk away but instead she goes towards him and wraps her arms around his waist in a hug. She doesn’t remember ever hugging him before now-- she kisses his neck because it’s safe, bites down a little because a part of her wants to make him moan again-- make him tell her she’s the best fuck he’s ever had-- make him come so she knows his true. And a part of her knows it’s the safest place to kiss. It’s a soft open mouthed affair and the man behind him is probably confused-- but she doesn’t care. She couldn’t care less. 

“Bye.” 

And in true Kaori fashion she runs out of that pub, leaving nothing but the scent of jasmine hanging in the air. 

The first time Spencer kisses her— her back is pressed against the bark of a willow tree, and she’s sure it’s a poetic sight, but she can’t do more than feel the steady current between them, the pull and give of something she hadn’t realised had blossomed in her chest, and she kisses him back as if to impress the point that she will never go anywhere. That she never could.

The first time she goes on a work trip—and leaves his side, she knows she’s screwed. She cannot concentrate— and she pushes through only because she knows she’s going back soon. When she lands in chicago she doesn’t check into a hotel—she just runs into his bedroom and spins him away from his desk and plants one on him. It’s a surprise kiss, and she’s sure he’s wondering what’s got into her—but he says nothing. Just kisses her back with the same intensity. She never checks into another hotel in Chicago, again.

The first time she kisses him after he makes love to her, she’s still steeping in the feeling. She didn’t expect him to do that— make love to her. And she will pick it apart later, let her mind work through what just happened on his couch— but for now she sinks into his soft lips, and lets herself be wrapped up in the taste of him. The kiss is soft—and decadent—and heady, and she wants more of it, the second he pulls away. 

The first time anyone catches them kissing— it is her niece. There is mistletoe in the door way—and she’s never been kissed under it before. He kisses her before she voices anything, and it’s supposed to be a quick peck before they return to the din of her family but it stretches out, into a small moment of them— even when they are lost in a fray of people. She feels the tugging at her hand, and when she looks down her two year old niece is there giggling arms outstretched towards Kemi.  ”Up!” 

Drew comes home and spends a relaxing evening with his new bride Clare

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