So, I've been working on different other longer stories, along with the next few chapters of Curse of the Dragon. In the mean time, I'll be posting a 200-word drabble every day until I have those stories finished! =) So stay tuned!
This one is dedicated to my friend Sammie for being awesome, and to Manda-chan for the inspiration.
Drabble 1: Kisses
Pique used to fantasize about what Fakir's kisses may feel like.
She imagined him to be very aggressive with his lips. Confident, wild, untamed. He'd definitely use tongue. And maybe his teeth. His hands would roam. His heart wouldn't race; he's too sure of himself to get nervous.
But that was before, when she was just a school girl.
Now, she's happily engaged to her geeky musician. His kisses are timed perfectly, almost as if he plans every single one of them. They're polite, and appropriate for their environment, and he always asks, "…Was it…all right?"
And she always nods happily. Of course it was. It always is. She couldn't ask for anything better.
So, when she had a small little get together with Lilie and Ahiru, she only asked her question out of pure, simple curiosity.
"Ahiru, what are Fakir's kisses like?"
The redhead tilted her head, a small blush dusting across her cheeks.
"…It depends."
Pique and Lilie leaned forward, a silent indication to continue.
"…Sometimes, they're…hungry."
They squealed, erupting in a fit of giggles.
"…But mostly, they're…soft, and shy."
Pique had to raise an eyebrow. "…Really?"
"Mhm. And I like it best when he kisses my freckles."
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