There was no real prompt for this - just thought this would be a good place to put another ficlet.
Pairing: Wolflet
"And then, he said I was getting chubby."
Scarlet pecked him on the lips before pushing him back down. He grunted, and when he came up again she noticed the faintest bead of sweat finally beginning to form by his hairline.
She locked her heels tighter around his, but didn't deny him the next kiss. "I can't believe you let him get to you," she said, this time pushing against him with all her might. "Although," she teased, just because it was fun to frazzle him, "I did wonder if you'd been sneaking sweets on the Rampion when you first showed up at the menagerie."
This time, he paused completely, halting in front her, his lips hovering just inches away. She would have smirked, but she wanted her 219th kiss just as much as she'd wanted the first.
"I'm genetically modified to eat all the time and still build muscle," he growled playfully.
She put her hands on his chest, ready to shove him down again. "If that were true, you wouldn't need to be working out right now."
She pushed, her arms more tired than his abs, apparently, because he just exhaled and contracted them. Her eyes left his as if on cue and watched them turn into an ironboard. No, he was definitely not getting chubby, but his determination to prove otherwise was adorable.
And doing wonders for her desire to keep kissing him.
Hundreds of kisses wouldn't even begin to make up for the time they had lost because of Sybil, and might lose before they had defeated Levana. On their 220th kiss, Scarlet wrapped her arms around him so he wouldn't go back down for another sit-up. "Jacin is just always in a bad mood. He knows there's no fat on you."
"I know," said Wolf. "I just wanted to tell you about my day. I used to only be able to talk to your memory."
"Shh," said Scarlet, running a finger along his jaw. "I'll be here even when you really do get fat."
He huffed, breaking away from her and lowering his back to the floor again. He came back up, eyes already closed in anticipation. "221," he breathed.
Her eyes fluttered shut as the warmth of his lips met hers again. When they broke away, both lingering with want, she raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Is that all you got, Operative?"
Note: This isn't related to the Cinder counting kisses. The numbers refer to how many sit-ups he's done. If they kiss at the same time well...;)