Fake-out make-out scenario for the Ros? 👀👀
EDIT: i forgot to preface that this is assumed to be deep in the crush stage, kinda like a first kiss scenario.
Aman
“Follow my lead,” You murmur, pushing his back into the wall as you reached up to cup his face. It was near impossible to ignore the look of confusion or the underlying hope in his expression as you traced your fingers along his jaw before bringing him towards you for a kiss. Aman is hesitant in his own movements, arms raised to touch you, only hovering above your hips instead. Letting you lead, unsure of himself in this moment. Despite himself, he returned the kiss just as eagerly as it was given, completely unaware of the people you both were trying to avoid passing you by. Luck was on your side, thankfully, neither interrupted or recognized. “They’re gone,” You breathed under your breath as you pulled away.
His expression changed as he came to a realization, eyes snapping down the direction the people went, “Oh,” The word left him in disappointment, brow furrowing, “You can’t just do that.”
Avery
“I have an idea,” You speak in a rush as the two of you turn a corner, Avery raising a brow in a silent question. You don’t think to explain, having no time to explain, your body moving on autopilot as you stepped towards them. Their movements became tense as you directed your attention at Avery, foot stepping back to make space between the two of you. But their own movements were too slow as you grabbed the front of their jacket, pulling them into a kiss.
You expected them to push you away on instinct, but instead their fingers found their way into your hair, grip tight as the kiss turned bruising, pushing you into the closest wall. There was a harsh bite to your lower lip, your yelp of surprise swallowed by the redhead, the people running past forgotten by you.
The moment you were free Avery pulled away, but not before pinning an arm across your chest, snarling into your face, “You ever do that again and I’ll bite your fucking tongue off.” Their voice is low, the threat genuine before they push away, face burning.
Sloan
“We are at a church event,” Sloan presses, though they’ve made no effort to escape the cage you have them pinned into, keeping the two of you away from prying eyes.
“So? We aren’t in the church,” You say as you tip their chin towards you, “Makes this more believable and far less blasphemous.”
There’s a scoff that leaves their lips, a noise you muffle as you press your lips against theirs even as it turns into a gasp. You can feel their smile against your lips, arms wrapping around your neck as they lean into the touch. The kiss continues even when the people you both were avoiding slipped passed and when you pulled back you gave them an appreciative grin, “Thanks.”
“Oh!” Sloan shrugs, face red and smile wide, “Well I’m all for kissing friends, yanno?”
Mason
You don’t remember how exactly you got here, Mason pressing you into a corner with a shush of their lips, finger pressed against yours as they peek over their shoulder for the people looking for you two.
He seemed to relish the contact, turning back to you as they tilted their head, a mischievous smile dancing on their lips, “I think I know a way to make this look more believable ,” they murmur.
You can’t help but nod, words dying on your tongue as they meet you for a hungry kiss. Their passion isn’t faked, and with the way they seem to devour you, you can tell he’s wanted to do this for a while. Everyone else was forgotten, Mason taking all of your attention. You only broke the kiss when you both needed air, a laugh shaking his chest as he speaks, “I think they’re gone, but we could always continue this if you want?”
Carson
Before your question is fully formed Carson is already turning towards you, his gaze intense. Even as your words die on your tongue he seems to pick up on your implication, a telling smile peeking at the corners of his mouth as he grabbed your jaw. “Are you wanting to give them a show or get them off our backs?” He teased, expecting no answer as he kissed you. Despite his grip on your jaw it was a slow kiss, lingering and demanding. There was no urgency to his movements, drawing out the affection even as the others have passed by.
He only breaks away when your mind is dizzy, all attention lost on anything that isn’t him. If his smile is anything to glean, he’s aware of the effect he has on you.
Charlie
You can’t help the frown as Charlie laughs at the suggestion, covering her mouth as she waves away your expression, “I’m not saying no!” She reassures, “Just wasn’t expecting you to pick something a fanfic writer would drool over.”
“Well if you have a better idea-“ She cuts you off, placing a finger to your lips as she moves closer, pressing her body against yours.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” She hushes, giving you all the permission you need. Her arms wrap around your neck, fingers in your hair as she drags her nails across your scalp. Kissing her feels like holding an electric wire, almost paralyzing in the energy, downright dangerous if caught for too long.
You were gasping as she pulled away, teeth glinting as her smile grew, clearly pleased with herself and the state you’ve been left in, “Seems like they passed,” Charlie’s expression turns teasing as she gives you a pat on the shoulder, “Good idea, by the way, might have to use that again in the future.” All you can do is nod eagerly.