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send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

1. “Where the fuck--” In a split second, she’s off the ground, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck, and he’s kissing the words out of her lungs, kissing away her worry and replacing it with laughter. He sets her down but they don’t let go. “Where have you been?” she finishes, knowing she isn’t going to get an answer. Classified. She knows the drill; she kisses him again.

2. The first time she kisses him, she's maybe (definitely) showing off a little, at least at first. Sitting in his lap, hips moving slowly, nothing coy about the way she lets her tongue play against his lips, like she's daring him to do something about it. His hands slide up her back, under her shirt, pulling her closer, and she is undone.

3. Her bare back presses against his bare chest as she sits between his legs in bed, watching his fingers trace the edges of a tattoo on her thigh. His other arm curls around her middle, unpossessive, and she holds him there. It reminds her of something, but reversed, like a photonegative of a bad dream. “I dinnae like bein’ held like this when I’m fuckin’ someone,” she says quietly. “Or when I’m sleepin’. I had a bad experience.” “I’ll remember that,” he answers. “Do you want to move?” “No,” she turns to nuzzle him softly, easily affectionate, stretching up a little to kiss his cheek.

4. She’s going to tear her fucking shirt off if he doesn’t hurry up, she thinks. His breath is hot on her skin, his lips tracing the wide neckline of the shirt in an impossibly long arc from her shoulder down to the tops of her breasts, and his hand is moving up from her knee, and all she wants is for his hand and his lips to meet in the middle, and she can feel him fucking smiling, and she wants to be mad but every time she opens her mouth to yell at him, only frustrated whimpers come out.

[I am overwhelmed]

“Y’know, I always say that I came to this town for Chris, but I stayed for Dom. And its not entirely that simple, there are other reasons and other friendships that have kept me here longer than the couple of weeks I first thought I’d stay for. But still, Dom’s been a big part of my life here. One of the first guys I met too, New Year in Ames’ bar and he was my New Year kiss, but since then, Dom’s been a real friend to me. He’s there to listen, even when it’s way too early and I’ve had a bad shift at work. I can literally appear on his doorstep with pizza and cheap beer at any time and he’ll be there, ready to hug me and listen to whatever mundane rant I need to get off my chest. Dom’s just... a safe place, y’know? The kind of guy who picks you up when you’re down and then sticks around to make sure you don’t fall again. 

“The only good thing I can say about Corrigan is he’s loyal--as far as I can tell, he’d do a lot for Dom, go to the mat for him. Fuck, he pretended to actually fuckin’ like me when that wanker was all over me at the bar, and I know that was for Dom’s sake, not mine. That’s somethin’.

“Oh, Dom. Dom’s too sweet for words. He’s… he’s all hope and laughin’ and he just gives himself to people like it’s nothin’. It’s not okay, it’s not… I mean, he’s okay, but fuck, he’s not fair–well, his arse isnae fair but that’s not– Okay, fuck, I’m goin’ to try that again. Life isnae fair, it knocked him down when he was just a fuckin’ kid, like that fuckin’ song. It’s not fuckin’ fair, and I dinnae know how he isnae bitter or angry it’s so fuckin’ weird.