Prompt: Today killed me! Could you write something where they make out like this? And where he dips her? But maybe in a different scenario? ❤️
Work The Moves
Effie giggled against his mouth when he pushed her against the outside wall of their house, oblivious for once to the loud honking of the geese. The moon was hanging low over their heads, the sky was clear, the air warm and they were tipsy.
They didn't go out often. Their relationship wasn't based on dates but, once in a while, he would surprise her at random by offering to have dinner at Sae's restaurant and he would indulge her by putting on a suit, rolling his eyes while she – unnecessarily, according to him – dolled herself up.
She enjoyed and treasured those nights.
His fingers fisted the silky fabric of her pale blue dress at the waist, urging her closer, deepening the kiss.
She was filled with such a powerful wave of happiness that she couldn't help but burry her face in his neck when he reached around her to fumble with keys and the locked front door, biting down on her bottom lip to keep her smile in check.
"I love you." she mouthed against his skin.
The keys made a jingly sound when they fell on the floor but Effie didn't quite care because he was kissing her again, chuckling a little at how eagerly she responded.
"You're a cheap date, sweetheart." he teased.
"Which is lucky for you because your moves are rusty." she taunted right back with a grin.
He snorted and kissed her again. She wasn't expecting the dipping and she shrieked in the middle of the kiss but it soon dissolved into more giggles.
"How about that move?" he smirked, right before pulling her back up.
"Smooth." she laughed, tossing her arms around his neck once more. "Very smooth, darling."
"I aim to please, Princess." he retorted.
And please her, he did.