Darn! Ugh, I'm really sorry for stealing the 7th Kiss LK. But you take too long x3. Anyhow, for the readers, I'm so sorry for not updating in a long time. This Kiss is going to be very strange. Enjoy.
A soft groan elicited from soft cherry lips. Moxie hiccupped, her curly black hair now in a frizzy mess. How much wine did she consume? She had no idea, honestly. But for sure she knew the alcohol was strong.
"God, Mox. You don't know how to hold you liquor, do you?" The red head said pitifully, patting the girl's back sympathetically.
"Uhnurr. -hic- I can -hic- take more! -hic-" The African woman cried out, taking another swig from the large green bottle. Her mocha face was turning a reddish color close to the shade of Cross's hair.
"Hey now! You stop that! That's my good wine." Cross said crossly (excuse the pun!).
"Ha! Fine! I'll just take your chocolate!" The scientist said, vulgarly reaching for the chocolate.
"No! Not my chocolate!" Cross growled, pouncing onto the drunk. A crash sounded and Moxie was on the floor, along with a very handsome womanizer on top of her. The woman had a chocolate bottle of vodka between her lips and was about to eat it, until Cross had stopped her. A mischievous expression fleeted across her face, "Why don't you take it back from me, huh?" A glint shone in the General's eyes. "Oh, I think I will."
And smack! A kiss was planted and the double weapon used skillfully used to tongue to maneuver the chocolate, unwrapping it and biting off half of it, giving the other half to dear old drunk Moxie. With that, Cross left the confused scientist down there and left. When Moxie came to be she licked her lips and smirked. "I should do that more often, womanizers are kinda hot."
R&R Kids!
