kissing them to shut them up. (jules and laura~)
❤︎ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ( a collection of 75+ kisses. feel free to specify the initiating muse. potentially mature content within.UPDATED 02/25 !)
Laura w/ Julian
@raregcms
He was upset about his boss. Something about work, which Laura caught in snippets since Julian kept switching train of thoughts as he ranted and raved, criss crossing the living room. It was hard, even for her, to keep full track of what the he hell he was talking, about who was who, and which co-worker, in their incompetence and selfishness, had exactly pissed him off. It might be all of them. In fact, it was all quite a show, which Laura appreciated from her perch on the couch. Her legs crossed underneath her and hand hooked around her ankle, elbow pressed to her knee. She decided she liked how he strode, the slight roll of his hip between each outstretch of his long leg. Still in his work clothes, that smelled of medicine, antiseptics, and blood; heavy with the musk of his own scent and sweat. His scent distracted her, unaided by how banal she found his story. Laura liked her daily life where she got to stab people who annoyed her. She had no idea how Julian put up with what he did on a day-to-day basis without a little bit of violence. Oh, he had just lifted his hand, fingers almost clenching as if to shove his thumbs into the eye sockets of his enemy. And the small tendons flexed the knobs of his knuckles.
Julian turned, back towards her, at the same time Laura stood. Almost like a panther, so silent and smooth that he didn't realize she was on her feet, in front of him until he happened to notice her missing from her previous spot on his couch. She saw the brief rise of his eyebrows, surprise and confusion, before she grasped the front of his shirt. Laura had seen this before, thought about doing it before, never really had a reason to try it. Wanted to try it. What the hell. Lets see what happens.
She pulled him down by the lapel pulled him down to press her lips to his. Hand falling to his hip and then hooking around to his waist. Julian tasted like the old chap stick he used and maybe, pine or mint. The kiss was feather soft, her head tilting just slightly to the side. Laura didn't care for technique, only chasing the taste and scent of him. Of feeling his body pressed against hers. He didn't shove her off and he didn't yank away, and that was her permission to keep chasing.
Laura much preferred this to the story anyway.
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