Kiss Drabbles | Accepting
19. a kiss on the side of the neck.
“I don’t have time,” she’d said.
“You’re going to make me neglect the other customers!” she’d warned with a smile.
“I don’t neck with gangsters.” She hadn’t said that, but she’d told it to herself, trying to retain some kind of standard. It was a lie, but she tried to convince herself it wasn’t.
But Free had that low growl in his voice particular to lions, which sent shivers up and down Cosmo’s back. It was possible this was some defective okapi instinct to fear sparking as it desperately tried to function properly, but it did quite the opposite of scaring her off.
That was why she was still on the old velvet couch with Free, making her protests to the wall as she lifted her chin and allowed him to press his whiskered lips against the side of her throat, feeling the barest hint of the scrape of his fangs.
“You know you’re not supposed to touch the merchandise,” she murmured, as if she had any history of evenly applying that rule.
Cosmo’s eyelids fluttered a touch, and she wondered how much she could squeeze out of a Shishigumi if she took him to the hotel down the street. They were the richest gang in the Black Market now, weren’t they? That warranted a bump in her fees.
She’d never gotten to tangle her hands a lion’s mane--maybe it was time for a new experience.