Teagan was a staple at NY Pride. Come hell or high water, Teagan wouldn’t miss it for the world. Teagan felt completely free as she moved with the crowd. It was no secret how queer Teagan was, and the LGBTQ+ community had become a chosen family for Teagan. “Jake! Hey, man, I’ve been looking for you!” Teagan greeted, pushing through the bodies to meet her friend halfway. “Now, fuck me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure I was promised a kiss from you today…” A coy smile rested on her lips. The closer Teagan got, the more she could tell he clearly wasn’t sober. It made her body ache. She was confident in her decision to quit using drugs for the baby, but the addiction wasn’t so easily shaken off. It plagued her every thought. Thankfully, Jake didn’t need to be reminded twice. He pressed his lips urgently to hers. Teagan hummed, rooting her fingers in his hair. She had never kissed him before yet it was well worth the wait. The attention he gave her made the stress of the past few weeks melt away. For a few moments, she was just herself again. She pulled him in close, desperate for that feeling of being wanted romantically even if it was temporary and induced by drugs. A breathless laugh fell from Teagan’s lips. “Of course it was. Hot is the one thing I’m an expert in. A promise is a promise, right?” Teagan winked back at him. “Don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” Wanting to tease him, she leaned in close so that her breath hit his earlobe. “You be careful. Can’t have that heart of yours getting hurt. It’s never worth it.” Pulling back, she broke the tension with a wide grin and a kiss to Jake’s cheek. “How’s that for practice?”
Hell... he knew they had agreed about this before. But he hadn’t expected her to actually show up and go for it. Not that was unhappy about it, it was all the other way around, actually, as Jake had the same expression as a kid who had gotten his Christima’s way earlier; but, hell, holy freaking shit and shenanigans, it was fucking Teagan he was kissing! The one and only he had crushed for a while and hadn’t simply gone for, only God knew why, if there was one, anyway. Otherwise, no one could know. Kissing her... shit, shit, it felt so awesome he actually felt wronged by the rest of the universe for taking so long to this moment. He could melt right there because of his existence, for now, was fulfilled. Or was it too dramatic? Probably too dramatic. But he was indeed happy with his arms around her waist, hugging and holding her “You’d wish me and kiss me even if you hadn’t promised” he provoked, playfully, but not quite believing that, because... well, the girl was just too out of this world to actually look at him twice, right? “I say I haven’t practiced enough, you should work better with your tongue” he provoked; and of course he didn't mean it, as the only thing he indeed meant was for her to keep kissing her during the entire parade and his score be damned. “I’ll give you more shots, though, because I’m very, very nice and humble over my making out skills”