five times kissed (i mean wha t )
send me five times kissed {ACCEPTING }
She tastes like h o m e . He whispers quietly, when sheâs curled against him on Destinyâs couch. Smelling faintly of chamomile & whiskey. & his heart hurtsâCanât she see sheâs made of something untamed? Beautiful.
Itâs a childish kiss, theyâre baking and thereâs a bothersome spot of chocolate on her cheek attempting to disguise as a freckleâPeterâs quicker. A sloppy lap of his tongue follows & she pelts him with flour in surprise. War has never been so sweet for either.
Sheâs the only one who cries when she watchesâWatches 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? Itâs 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. Itâs on his tongue & her eyes are wide. But fearâFear makes them both immortal as his fingers tangle in her hair and he draws their lips close. Kisses shouldnât taste like blood, but itâs their pact. Wolves do not leave their own.
Theyâre underneath mistletoeâAnd though sheâs 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. Thereâs a quizzical expression on her face.âYou taste like peppermint?â