Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-12-15 09:04 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-12-15 09:04 pm
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OOM: Room #100 -- for Tommy Gavin
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The room is dim.
Clothes are scattered here and there; on chairs, tabletops, hooked on books and baubles, scrunched under the bed. A pair of candles burn on the table in the corner.
The cats have had their fill of cream, and are curled quite happily in Dug's basket in the corner of the room.
The room's other occupants, sweat-slicked and tangled in sheets, are sprawled across the bed in wild positions, limbs dangling where they may, hands sneaking under damp cotton to touch each other. Pleasantly exhausted, they sip lazy kisses from each other's mouths.
And they've only just begun.
The room is dim.
Clothes are scattered here and there; on chairs, tabletops, hooked on books and baubles, scrunched under the bed. A pair of candles burn on the table in the corner.
The cats have had their fill of cream, and are curled quite happily in Dug's basket in the corner of the room.
The room's other occupants, sweat-slicked and tangled in sheets, are sprawled across the bed in wild positions, limbs dangling where they may, hands sneaking under damp cotton to touch each other. Pleasantly exhausted, they sip lazy kisses from each other's mouths.
And they've only just begun.
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A fledgling smile quirks her mouth.
"Y'want some?"
She holds the pastry higher, closer to his lips. There's still plenty of gooey raspberry filling and sticky, flaky crust to share.
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What he actually goes for is more than just a nibble, as he leans in to take a sizable bite out of what's left of the pastry, his lips brushing her fingertips as his teeth close down on the crust. He holds a hand under his chin to catch any crumbs when he leans back, a smear of sweet raspberry goo at the corner of his mouth as he chews.
"Oh my god, that's really good," he mutters through his mouthful.
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"That's one helluva nibble!"
She can't hide her smile, though. Soon, her slackjawed look fades away, and she's all but laughing. She can't really blame him; it is one hell of a good pastry.
She swipes the raspberry filling from his mouth with her thumb, and presses it to his lips, inviting him to suck it off.
"Yeah? Y'want one of your own?"
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There's a distinct twinge when she presses her thumb to his lips. Licking things off other areas isn't a bad idea, but he'll get to that eventually. For now he purses his lips around the tip of her thumb, his tongue sweeping the tart sweetness off of it.
"Mmmf. Sure. I think there's a few other flavors. Surprise me."
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She leans in to give him a quick peck, the sugars mingling on their tongues. It pulls a pleased little sigh out of her when she pulls away, licking her lips.
Finishing off her pastry on her way back to the table, she returns with another — peach, naturally — and a napkin, resettling beside him.
"How're y'feelin'?" she asks softly, rubbing his chest. "Is you an' me all right?"
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"'Course we're all right," he assures her as he brings the pastry to his mouth. But he pauses before taking a bite, giving her a sidelong look. "Uh...right?"
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She appraises him carefully for a long moment.
Finally, she answers — by way of leaning in and taking a rather large bite of his pastry.
"Mmm. Reckon so."
She smirks, licking filling from the corner of her mouth.
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Amused, he grins broadly, and instead of wiping away the smear of filling, he leans in to kiss it away.
"Delicious," he hums, licking his lips. "And so's the peach."
See what he did there?
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She chuckles, low in her throat.
"Good."
The peach, the kiss, the fact that they're on steady ground — it's all good. She's been longing to get back to her soft bed and his rough hands for a long time now. She much prefers it when things aren't complicated.
She steals another kiss, running her tongue along his bottom lip.
"I thought perhaps I could use the energy, unless you're snugglin' down for bed."
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They're back to where they both want to be.
"You kiddin'? I'm up for anything you are."
He takes another healthy bite out of the pastry, down to the last corner of crust. Some of the filling oozes out over his fingers.
"Can you wear the hat again?"
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Her grin spreads like butter in a hot pan, and her eyes dart to his sticky fingers. Unconsciously, she licks her lips.
"Are y'more interested in the hat, or me?"
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"I'm interested in you, wearing the hat, on me, without my britches. How's that?"
With a teasing smirk, he pops the last bit of pastry into his mouth. But he reaches up to lightly touch her moist lower lip with the pad of his finger.
"Deal?"
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With another slow grin, she draws the tip of his finger into her mouth and thoroughly sucks the peach filling off his skin, never breaking eye contact.
"Deal."
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After he slips his finger from the between her pursed lips, he leans in to kiss her, slowly and deeply, sharing the sugary sweetness between them.
They're here again -- the warmth, the contact, the desire that they can so easily give in to. It's a good place to be, right here, for now.