five times kissed (i mean wha t )
send me five times kissed {ACCEPTING }
She tastes like h o m e . He whispers quietly, when she’s curled against him on Destiny’s couch. Smelling faintly of chamomile & whiskey. & his heart hurts—Can’t she see she’s made of something untamed? Beautiful.
It’s a childish kiss, they’re baking and there’s a bothersome spot of chocolate on her cheek attempting to disguise as a freckle—Peter’s quicker. A sloppy lap of his tongue follows & she pelts him with flour in surprise. War has never been so sweet for either.
She’s the only one who cries when she watches—Watches how the moon drives him to tear himself apart. Her hands are gentle on his fur, & Peter forgets the urge to flee for a moment. Instead? It’s a puppy tongue lapping at salt tracked cheeks. She runs along side him for the first mile. Bare feet crunching autumn leaves and leaving fire trailing behind in red waves. Free.
He makes a blood oath for her. Times are hard in her world and the only way to protect is to become part of it. It’s on his tongue & her eyes are wide. But fear—Fear makes them both immortal as his fingers tangle in her hair and he draws their lips close. Kisses shouldn’t taste like blood, but it’s their pact. Wolves do not leave their own.
They’re underneath mistletoe—And though she’s the one to initiate? It falls to Peter to finish. Gentle, the barest brush that leaves a pleasant tingle running along his spine when they part. There’s a quizzical expression on her face.‘You taste like peppermint?’