characters/pairings:
maryse x original female character.
hints of maryse x miz.
alex riley x original female character.
rating:
pg-13 for make-out session and shameless flirting.
word count: 401
warnings: femslash.
a/n:
I just hope you enjoy this little snippet.
Her kiss tastes like butterscotch because she's been sucking on that candy for ages, and finally Maryse just snaps and they're locking lips in the back of the bar, just out of the gaze of the customers, and Maryse understands why the woman always has that yellow candy in her pocket. Her tongue is sweet and buttery and milky and it spreads that flavor all around the French Diva's mouth and she fights with all her willpower to control the growing need to have that sweet tongue in places other than her mouth.
And the way Quinn's lips hungrily caress her own, has Maryse crossing her legs, and cursing the excitement just her kiss can provoke, and dear lord, she wishes Quinn's mouth was somewhere else. Somewhere more intimate. She presses her body as close as possible in the booth that restricts their movements to feather-like caresses and kisses that leave the Diva whimpering for more.
They're breathless when they finally part, and their is a longing in Maryse's eyes that has the other pressing a kiss to the Diva's cheek.
And then someone's clearing their throat, and the two women find themselves in Alex Riley's sights, and their secret corner isn't so secret anymore. He's got this smile on his face, that says he's enjoying the view, and urging them to continue, and Quinn is the first to scoot out of the quaint booth. She takes him into her arms, a strong and solid hold, and they press into each other as they exchange a whisper of a kiss. He chuckles a few words, and then motions to Miz, who's been sitting at the bar and waiting for Maryse. Miz seems surprised to find them in the booth, and for a moment, Maryse is worried what Riley might say. But the rookie keeps his mouth shut, and spares her a wink when the Miz's back is turned. He knows how to keep a secret. He must have learned that from Quinn.
They exchange goodbyes and part for the night, and Maryse finds herself experiencing a bitter, jealous feeling that twists like a knife in her gut, and she says she's turning in early.
There's an image that keeps repeating itself, and the jealousy grows like a seed that's been watered perfectly. A childish gesture crosses her glossy lips, a pout, and she gives a huff.
She can still taste the butterscotch on her tongue.