cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2014-04-05 01:20:00

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xoxoxo meme
Send me one of the following numbers + any pair and I’ll whip up a drabble for you about any of the following:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Kiss in the Rain
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: A Kiss with a Fist
22: Then there’s tongue

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	liddie 2014-04-05 02:44 am UTC (link)
	LIDDIE & CHARLIE -- NOSE KISS GLENY & VINNY -- GENTLE PECK NOAH & ODETTE -- COLLARBONE KISS (Reply to this)

	holocron 2014-04-05 03:00 pm UTC (link)
	KISS ALONG THE HIPS - ooh, Elliot/Elsie? CHEEK KISS - ... nora/octavius?? LMAO I'm sorry (Reply to this)(Thread)

THIS IS GOING SOMEWHERE I JUST DON'T KNOW WHERE

cristina_lacosa
2014-04-13 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Though it may be hard to believe, Elsie had discovered early on in their marriage that there were a few perks to her husband's monthly issue. Very, very few perks. Perhaps just one, to be exact.

"I love when you do the dishes," Elsie said, slinking up behind her dutiful husband. Her arms slipped under his and she pressed herself tightly to his back. Elliot twisted his neck to smile at her and looked back down at the plate in his hands.

"I do my share," he said with a laugh.

Elsie's hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt, and her fingers grazed his stomach as they slipped under the fabric. Her smile pressed into his shirt as the sound of plates clinking in the sink filled her ears and Elliot's now free hands covered hers.

"You smell like soap," Elsie murmured, applying some pressure right below his hips. Her eyes flashed quickly toward the calendar above the stove, and grinned.

"That's what happens when you clean."

"You smell really good."

Elliot turned in her arms and Elsie allowed all of her body weight to fall against his chest. She looked drunk, she felt drunk, but she knew what was coming, what was about to occur.

"You feeling all right?" Elliot asked, eyebrows high. His look of confusion was betrayed by his hands on her waist, hands that moved to her back, then began to venture a bit lower. See, it only took a little bit of effort, and Elsie reveled in it.

"I am more than all right," she said, pushing up on her toes to position herself better in his grasp and to place a few perfectly planned kisses along his jawline. Elsie knew all of his spots, she knew exactly where her fingers and lips needed to touch to set her husband off and turn him on. She knew him best, and she loved it.

A low rumble escaped his throat and Elsie knew she was close to getting her prize. Her hands crawled up his chest and hooked themselves around Elliot's neck, pulling him down to her, but keeping their lips just that much apart.

"Liam is at a birthday party," Elsie said slowly, taking deep, heavy breaths. Elliot bit his lip, "and your sister has Elysia---"

That was it. Elliot let out a growl that sent delicious shivers through her body and kissed her forcefully. Elsie held on tightly as he backed them into the counter, and the furious snog that she'd been working for, teasing for, aching for was finally in action. Her shirt was up and over her head in an instant, his kisses trailing down her chest, her stomach, teasing a tantalizing trail along her hip bone. The week before the rise of the full moon, Elliot was a sexual beast unleashed and Elsie was not afraid to take advantage of his heightened senses.

Was that wrong of her? To rile up her husband so that she could---Elsie let out a moan of pleasure decided that no, this was definitely not wrong. It was most beneficial for the both of them, yes, an excellent way to relieve the tension rising with the upcoming moon.

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