Summary: "You're supposed to poke boo-boos to make them better." Written for comment-fic at LJ. Prompt: any, any, kissing a booboo to make it better
AN: This is as close to porn as I get. Seriously.
Mileage
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Po-
"Parker! What the hell?"
Big, innocent eyes look at him. "You're supposed to poke boo-boos to make them better."
Eliot stares. "It's 'kiss,' Parker," he finally says, "You kiss boo-boos to make them better. And I can't believe I'm even having this conversation with you."
As he rubs his aching head and leans back against the back of his couch, he feels a light brush against his arm, a very distinctive brush. Looking down, he meets mischievous eyes.
"You said," Parker smiles, and kisses another bruise, lightly, gently, and tantalizingly.
Eliot watches as she makes her way up his arm and across his chest. She straddles him to get to the cut on his other cheek.
"Hi," she says breathily.
"Hi." He could see down her shirt if he wanted to, but all he's got eyes for are her lips, so close to his.
"Where else?"
Ignoring the voice that laughs at how clichéd this is, he reaches up and points to his mouth. "Here."
With one of her crazy laughs that make his head spin, she smashes her lips up against his, bruising them in the process. Vanilla. Vanilla-flavored chapstick, a nice change from the usual cherry, but there's nothing vanilla about that kiss.
"Boo-boo all better?"
"We're just gettin' started, sweetheart."
AN:That was a reference to Indiana Jones, by the way, hence the title.
For readers of my McDonald Boys verse, I am still writing in it. I just suddenly have a lot more to write, so if I bounce around in my fanfic writing, I apologize. This is my stress release.