💗 (hehe this one looked fun)
Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss.
Drinking was not Gabrielle’s forte. She’d never been much of a drinker and when she did, it didn’t take much to hit her hard. That afternoon, a coworker had invited her out for drinks, though, and the brunette politely accepted. She wasn’t drunk when she called David and asked if she could come over. The pastry chef was just tipsy. And tipsy Gabby was overly affectionate, craving human affection and contact more so than usual. David, her ex turned close friend, was an obvious choice to spend her buzz on. He was affectionate and she trusted him completely.
When she arrived at his door, one uber ride later, she knocked out a tune and giggled from behind the door until he answered. Gabby smiled adoringly at him, “Can I come in?” She asked him sweetly, to which he had laughed and ushered her in. After a tight hug, where she nuzzled into his shirt in a manner akin to a cat that’d been starved for affection, she moved to his couch and curled up in the corner of it while he went to get her some tea.
David’s place was comfortable. She always felt at home there, and with him, since they’d known each other for so long and shared so much during that time. It wasn’t a surprise that in her brave state, she turned his tv on and went to find the Aristocats to watch when he came back in. It was only a few minutes before he did, bringing her a cup of tea, that she cradled in her hands for a moment, nursing the warm liquid while he started the film. There was something about the way he looked at her when she finally set her cup down that drew her attention. Something so sweet and familiar that made her crawl over to him, pressing into his side to cuddle as the watched.
Not even half way through the film, after an impromptu sing along from Gabby, did she turn to look at him again. She smiled at him. “What?” He’d asked, and the brunette wasn’t sure if he thought that maybe she was staring at something on his face, maybe stray frosting from his usual snack, or if he thought it was something else, but she was sure he wasn’t expecting her to press a chaste kiss against his lips. Gabrielle, herself, had no idea that it was coming. Pulling back, she looked to him to make sure he wasn’t put off by this, and when he didn’t look repulsed, she did it again. And again. Pressing soft kisses to his lips, breathlessly giggling in between. “I miss your lips.” She mumbled, before pressing one last peck to them and curling up beside him with a yawn. The girl would apologize a hundred times over for her actions later on, but for now, she just wanted to be close to him. “They taste like your frosting.”
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