intro: really self-explanatory: a fluffy collection of kisses !
a kiss in the rain
[Paris]
"Jeth-RO!"
There was a shrieky, annoyed edge to her voice. She stomped her foot, standing halfway between the front door and the damp, rain-wilted daffodils gracing the porch of the little duplex. He smiled blithely at her, and crossed his arms.
She shook her head and marched towards him, miserable in the freezing cold rain. She grabbed his arms and tried to yank them uncrossed, her nails desperately searching over him for the keys.
"If you don't let me in the goddamn house," she swore, threatening him implicitly.
He shifted and had his arms around her in a second. She gave him a wide-eyed look.
"It's flooding and you want to play grab ass?" she shouted at him, kicking the tips of his shoes. He grinned at her, enjoying the tantrum, and then he pulled her closer and kissed her full on the lips. She relaxed for a moment, and then shoved him away, spitting mad.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded. He was not doing a very good job of fixing what an asshole he had been lately. Fancy dinners were nice, but trapping her outside in a monsoon was worth of friendly fire.
He shrugged.
"You said you always wanted to be kissed in the rain."
Her mouth fell open. Jesus-had she said that when she was some kind of sappy drunk? She didn't remember, and she was shocked he did...but it was sweet, in a way, that he took note of her little wish. She frowned, feeling a bit sheepish, and then grabbed his hand and yanked him to the house, shivering in the cold.
"Yeah, well, it's not as romantic as I imagined."
a kiss in the rain
[Paris]
~alexandra
story #161