"Party Kisses"
Fishman island. Victory buzzing in her veins. Sounds of merrymaking and laughter in her ears. Most important of all was the familiar weight of his arm around her shoulder. He tipped back the bottle of booze, indulging heartily. Without being prompted, he offered it to her. She took a swig, less enthusiastically. But the taste was nothing to the feel of his lips as he pulled her close for a kiss. They lay back against the stone ground, backs against the smooth walkway. Nothing was quite as indulgent as this. Any other day she might worry, but not today. Not today.
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"Rain Kisses"
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There was a fine mist in the air, a chill too. He leaned down, rain clinging to his soft eyelashes. And then as she breathed in the autumn air, eyes half lidded, their lips met. Soft. Gentle. Rain fell, bouncing off the tin roof and pattering against the trees and all the leafs. A strong smell of greenery rose around them, wet and ripe. Fat droplets splashed against her face, water rolling down her chin into the space between them. He tilted their faces for a deeper kiss, gentleness turning to a firm press of their mouths. Water falling steadily.
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"Snowy Kisses"
It was quick. A peck really. Just a brush of her lips on his. Cold air nipped at Nami's skin, hair pulled up into a ponytail. His fingers skated across the back of her exposed neck. And then he was gone, his fingers, his warmth, his steady earthy scent. The vibrant green of his hair stood out stark against the pale pale sky, little flecks of snow falling against his face. She watched him walk out into the void of white, earrings swinging in the icy wind. The faint warmth of his fingers still blazed like a brand against her skin.
A/N:
these drabbles were written in 2020 for a valentine's day prompt list. (the snowy one is my favorite!)