Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts

December 11, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-11/)

Word Prompt: Chapped Lips

Creative Original or Derivative: Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.

Rating/Warning(s): K+

Genre: General

"Cherry," she whispered.

"Mmm," I groaned, and pulled her head to mine.

This is what our activities this evening consisted of. My sister had given Bella a whole collection of lip glosses to take home – which Bella thoroughly protested to, but eventually succumbed to – and she was trying each flavour out to see which one I found the best tasting.

I carried on kissing her senseless, much longer than I would if I was just tasting the lip gloss, but I couldn't help it, couldn't bring myself to pull away from her beautiful lips.

I could hear her heart rate speeding up, and I pulled away to let her breathe.

"What did you think?" She breathlessly asked me peering up at me through hooded eyes.

"One of my favourites," I replied, half-answering the question for the lip gloss, and half referring to the amazing kiss we just shared.

"Okay," she said, getting up and reaching for the pack on her bedside table, "Blueberry?"

She was holding up a small blue tube, and I nodded. She applied some onto her sweet, plumps lips and threw the tube on the cover, and closed the distance in between us.

I swept my tongue quickly over her lips so I couldn't hurt her with the venom pooling in my mouth. The blueberry tasted wrong, too sweet, so I lasted a few more seconds before I pulled away.

"Not that one, love," I smiled and kissed her on the head, and she swiped her hand across her mouth.

"Strawberry?" She said, raising one of her perfect eyebrows. She knew that smell made me go crazy.

"Yeah," I breathed and grabbed the strawberry tube, taking the cap off.

I held her chin gently in the palm of my hand, and applied the lip gloss gently on her beautiful lips. Then I leaned in to kiss her.

The flavour! The strawberry taste of her lips and the strawberry smell in her hair was heavenly and overwhelming. I held her head harder, somehow forgetting to be careful – but I didn't hear any complaints – she was holding me closer too.

I pulled away again, this time breathless myself. Our foreheads touched, us both breathing heavily into each other mouths. I pecked her lips once more, and found the strength to pull away so I could see her face. Her eyes locked with mine, and I could see the familiar want and lust I always saw in them at these sorts of times.

"Definitely that one, love."

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