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Author's Note – I put my iPod on shuffle and wrote drabbles inspired by the songs. They will be of varying lengths and I can't update that often, but reviews are appreciated!
Atomic, Blondie
Kissing her was like an atomic bomb was going off inside his head. He had never felt like this just kissing any other girl, ever – she was his perfect match, their tongues meshing together effortlessly, her moans guttural and goddamn sexy. She kissed like she did everything else – fucking perfectly.
He ran his hands through her hair (God, it was beautiful), and it clung to his fingers silkily, the strands tangling around his knuckles. The kiss was passionate, and she was equal to him, pushing against his mouth forcefully and giving as good as she was getting. Her hands were clutching his upper arms, the nails digging into his muscle, but he didn't even care – any touch from her was heaven, even if it was pain.
His hands were all over her, he didn't know where to put them. They settled on her waist – it was so fucking tiny that he could almost completely encircle her torso with his hands. He broke away from her, panting, and simply looked at her.
Her hair was wavy and tousled, how he liked it best – he brushed it off her forehead with his fingers. Her eyes were huge, hooded, searching his face – they were hypnotising to him, whenever he looked at them he swore he could read her soul. Her lips were swollen and lipstick was smeared across her cheek but goddamn, she had never looked more beautiful to him. He pulled her back to him, whispering against her neck and lips, I love you, I love you, I love you.
She whispers it back and the atomic bomb ricocheted around his head manically.
