Write prompt 45 for Thil and Ilmarë :D
45. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edgesof tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to thesofa, or bed.
It wasnot, as things went, a particularly graceful entrance. The front door hit the wall of the entrywaywhen Thuringwethil threw it open, making Ilmarë jump, startled, before burstinginto a fit of giggles. Thuringwethilpulled her inside and shut the door, pushing Ilmarë up against it and kissingher. Ilmarë shrugged off her coat andlet it fall to the floor as Thuringwethil stepped out of her heels. Ilmarë kissed her again, one hand brushingback her hair, the other cupping the curve of her ass to pull her close.
Thuringwethil,off-balance, tipped sideways, bumping the console table by the doorway. Ilmarë was seized once more by giggles, and Thuringwethillaughed, steadying herself. “You’redrunk,” she said, grinning.
“Yeah,”said Ilmarë, “but I’m not the one falling into tables.”
“I waspushed,” Thuringwethil said, and pulled Ilmarë to her again.
The twoof them stumbled back into the edge of the doorway, Ilmarë fumbling unsuccessfullyfor the light. “Leave it,” Thuringwethil. “I think I know my way around by now.”
Shepulled Ilmarë into the living room, but Ilmarë tripped, knocking the two ofthem into the back of the couch. Ilmarë sathard on the back of the couch and then tipped over, laughing so hard she could barelybreathe.
“Rightwhere I want you,” said Thuringwethil, and circled the couch to join her.
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