non-verbal [ kiss ] : neta to j.d.
non-verbal [ kiss ] : neta to j.d. ( NONCANON )
for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning
Back at Westerburg, Neta just seemed to be involved with the wrong crowd, overall...she wasn’t that bad of a girl. She was kindhearted, maybe a bit of a follower, but he didn’t see that darkness in her that he saw in others...and that he saw in himself. Now that they were in the same place, connecting with her wasn’t as scary as he thought it would be, in fact he sort of enjoyed spending time around her. She was funny and upbeat, always dragging him out of that occasional hole he put himself in. JD was always pretty bold, and inviting her to this party tonight was easy enough of an excuse to spend more time with her. He wasn’t much of a dancer, at parties he just liked drinking all the freeze booze he could and acting like a damn chaotic fool, but Neta had convinced him to hit the dance floor with her. The lights were dim, and she swayed to the music in a way that captivated him without her even trying, he couldn’t help the way his hands itched to reach out and touch her...so he did. Hands tilting her chin up as he craned his neck down to press a kiss to her lips, it was gentle at first, but something in the pit of his stomach craved more as he cradled her face with one hand and the way pushed her closer as the kiss deepened. Pulling back, he chuckled a bit as he smirked down at her, hand still on the side of her face, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
