#with oz

Duke & Oz #12 - romantic kiss

They were tripping down the street, the unnamed bar glowed in the background. It was a large group they'd tumbled out of the bar with, Nate was ahead, in a deep chat with that blonde ( protective, motivated, pretty ) wolf-girl, while the other ( sharper, dangerous, smirking ) blonde wolf-girl was flirting with Justin's for-lyfer Mae. Orenda was throwing popcorn at Nate, where she'd gotten it was still a mystery.

So Oz and Duke were together, arms touching as they stumbled down the block, their fingers tangling together.

"Ya know," Duke took a deep breath, letting in oxygen and breathing out carbon dioxide and nicotine, "I think we ought to kiss."

Oz blinked down at him, those eyes were haunting, the sorta eyes Duke could get lost in. Oz unfurled his limbs like a fern, stretching out for sunshine and Duke couldn't help but want to bask in his shadow, in the filtered light that streamed through his curls and long fingers. He moved like a cat, even while stumbling and half drunk, so Duke tucked himself closer tilting his head up so his forehead was dusted with sweaty curls.

"You wha--"

"I think, we oughta kiss," Duke noted the open front of his shirt, the silk falling off his shoulders baring a wonderfully artful chest, skin like supple bark, bending to lean closer to his mouth. He tilted his head up, the pair still moving, but now Oz's hands, those lovely long hands, twisted around his neck like vines, and Duke turned. They backed slowly under a lamppost, the iron wedging between his shoulder blade. "I think we oughta--"

"I heard you the first time," Oz bent down, like a sunflower and Duke's mouth widened, his eyes fluttering closed as Oz's fingers ran through the blunt cut of his hair. He keened low, feeling as Oz's fingers dragged down his spine to hook around his waist. He groaned as finally, slowly, their lips touched.