Chapter: 2/10
Word Count: 443
Pairings: Jeremy "Germ" Warton/Selma Ann "Selmers" Forrester
Characters: Jeremy "Germ" Warton, Selma Ann "Selmers" Forrester, Mr. Chazokov
Warnings: Straight, Het, Fluff, Marijuana Use, Alcohol, Humanized, Unbeta'd
Chapter Summary: They hardly wanted to part.
AN: Already working on the next parts of this! I'm pretty proud of getting so much writing done. I feel like maybe I hit my stride again. Who knows. xD But at least, for now? I'm going to be writing as much as I can. Hope you guys enjoy!
Prompt: Can't Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other's lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don't finally pull away.
Part Two: I Can't Sleep At Night ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The party had been surprisingly quiet and calm, and Germ couldn't have been happier with that. He liked to see things slow down, cozy up against the body of his loving girlfriend. They had found a tree to sit against, listening absently to the Douchebag Hits that Rich was playing and passing a blunt back and forth. Between the two of them, they'd burned through his stash, but he didn't care. The kisses filled with smoke between them were something he'd give up everything for.
He absently ran his fingers through her hair as she leaned her head on his shoulder, and he sighed contentedly, closing his eyes. For once, he could sit there and relax, no worries, no hyperactivity. Just the sky above them, the fire roaring not far away, and the press of their bodies.
It was well past midnight when the party began to disband, and they walked hand in hand to the car they'd came in. Sitting in the backseat together, gazing out the window as their carpool buddies drove them back to town, Occasionally, a kiss would be placed on their laced hands, or Germ's temple, Selmers' shoulder. Every touch burned like fire, and the next was a balm that cooled the sensation of spontaneous combustion.
Being dropped off by the Clik Clak, the couple walked close, hands entangled together and words dropping soft between them. They talked about the stars twinkling above them, about their futures, their desires. Everything involved them being together, going places together, having a life together. By the time they arrived at Selmers' house, their lips were pressed together.
The first time she tried to pull away, Selmers found herself pressing another quick peck to his lips. Then, it was his turn to attempt it, but the warmth of her body and the softness of her lips drew him back in. Sliding his arms around her waist, Germ pulled her in closer, and the kiss became heated. Tongues pressed to lips, then teeth and hands wandered, before Selma finally tried to pull back. The look in his eyes brought her back in for, she told herself, a quick peck at the door. As to be expected, it wasn't quite so quick, and the pair remained entangled in one another for what could have been a thousand eternities.
It was the light from the door opening that finally forced the couple apart, leaving Selma looking up at Mr. Chazokov, almost ashamed.
"Night, Germ." She whispered, one last peck left on his lips before she was gone, leaving him feeling oddly cold and strangely alone. The walk home was going to be quiet.
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