@shcrkfin // kiss meme. 4. nuzzle kiss
sela was always a nice friend to fall back to. no need to talk about feelings or anything like that— she was fine pretending nothing had changed when meg left for a year. which meant she was fine falling back to how they use to be as well. parties and drinking, and kissing. lots of kissing. today was another day of that, the woman laughing as she poured drinks back with the curry. band equipment laid around them, meg having joked about joining the other’s band earlier and trying to test them out. “hey, c’mere,” well, she said come here but meg was crawling into the other’s lap anyway, laughing as she did so. she gave sela a long look for a moment before nuzzling against the other’s neck, peppering it with kisses as she did so. “forgot how hot you look when you’re with your band stuff, sharkie.”
she’s never felt the influence of alcohol, or exhaustion, or any of the emotions people would associate with the scene -- - it’s kind of her thing, not feeling anything. still, she played along for others’ sake, meg and her went back, the two of them got on well, with the not feeling thing. what they had was meaningless, it was fun, it was exactly what she needed to annoy her dad but not enough to get grounded into an abyss for a week, still -- even though it was meaningless, ghosting for 2 years would hurt even the loosest friends with benefits. she didn’t say anything as meg crawled into her lap, instead taking a sip of what might as well have been water till lips met rough skin of her neck. she doesn’t know how the other stands it, or her, but her thoughts could only be summed in a soft curse as liquid almost spilled from plastic cup. a second to gather her thoughts, ‘ thought you’d said i looked hot all the time, i’m almost hurt. you pull off a guitar well though, girls with instruments just proves that they know how to use their hands ... at least.’
