closet / stolen kisses
It wasn't the smartest idea he'd ever had but she'd started this in the cafeteria with her suggestive looks and comments, and Jean wasn't going to stop it now. The woman was ferocious, attacking his lips with her own. He wouldn't have been able to stop her if he tried.
"Did you lock the door?" Rebecca asked him breathily. Oh god… When she spoke like that, he almost lost it every time. He didn't even reply to her question. He couldn't. Instead, he crashed his lips against her again with renewed vigour. Her laugh was music to his ears, melodic and beautiful. Jean pulled away, surprised.
"What?" he asked dumbly. Her eyes were sparkling with amusement, her hair tousled after he'd buried his hands in her ponytail. His gaze dropped down to her swollen lips. They were perfect, begging to be kissed again…
"Did you lock the door?" she murmured, inching closer to his lips again. Jean tried to close the gap, but she wouldn't let him, a light chuckle leaving her.
"I don't know, and I don't care." A groan left Rebecca as Jean's lips finally made contact. He drew her close by burying his hands in her hair, tugging the strands out of the bobble holding them all together.
He was completely addicted to everything about her. He didn't care about the damn door to the supply closet, but damn anyone who tried to interrupt them in this stolen moment.