Everything: A Mini-Series of Drabbles
Wild
It was their third date. They'd only just begun to gingerly take hold of one anothers' hands, as they'd done walking through the park, the fingers of her left hand laced through his as her right hand nestled the ice cream cone stuffed with two scoops of strawberry ice cream he'd bought her. After gobbling it down, she'd raced him to the swings.
He smiled, giving her another push, listening to her giggling. Knowing that for once, he could actually be the cause of that perfect sound…
Darien swore he'd never know a happiness greater than being able to make her laugh. And as he stood there smiling, and she swung back and forth laughing, he felt it was perfect timing.
He grabbed onto the chains on either side of the swing, slowing Serena's motion to a gentle sway of just a few inches, back and forth. She turned then to look up at him, just as he'd expected she would. Timidly, he placed his hand on the porcelain skin of her neck, tracing circles at her jaw with his thumb. He looked up from his hand then, to her eyes. He moved his fingers to lightly graze over her lips before returning them to where they'd been the moment before, asking permission. A slight nod and her blush was all it took for him to lean down, licking his lips the slightest bit before pressing them to her own. She kissed back innocently, and they stayed that way for a moment before he deepened it, just a bit, lightly sucking on her bottom lip. He felt her smile into his kiss, one of her hands timidly reaching behind his neck to pull him closer as she pulled herself up. They were that way for a while, her smile making continuous appearances, brushing against his own, and the taste of strawberry lingering on his tongue from the ice cream she'd had earlier. It was perfect.
When they broke apart and he took in her blushing smile, he realized he'd been wrong.
Darien swore he'd never known a happiness greater than being able to kiss her soft pink lips. Making her laugh would have to be a close second.
"W-" she stammered nervously, "was- a-am… Am I a good kisser, Darien?" she finally managed, the blush reaching her hairline as she stood to face him, clasping her hands together in front of her.
He reached for one of them, taking hold of her wrist to tug her closer into his arms, which quickly encircled her waist.
"The way you kiss, it drives me wild," he whispered, so that only she could hear as he leaned in for another peck.
Yay! Seven more to go. Once I've finished, you all have to promise to go give the song a listen. But until then, don't, or you'll reveal the themes I have for the remaining drabbles! See you again very soon.
-Rose