#kennedih

[solisstars]

doing vendetta!leon's eyeliner

"hold still!" you huffed, shifting around in leon's lap to find a different angle. "or i will turn you into a raccoon."

"i'm not even moving," leon's hands wriggled around your waist, a small smirk playing on his face. you cupped his face a bit firmer, tilting it to the side for better access. he grunted at the rough action, but his grin didn't falter.

"there," you mumbled, unscrewing the eyeliner clenched between your teeth. "seriously, do not move."

leon let out a small 'mhm' in acknowledgement, his fingers trailing up your back teasingly.

you ignored him, concentrated on the straight line you were drawing at the edge of his admittedly pretty eyes instead.

"don't do that."

"i'm focusing."

leon took a moment to notice how you were unknowingly holding your breath with each stroke of the pen. how your brows were furrowed in pursuit of perfection and your nostrils were slightly flared.

he'd pester for attention after, then.

"there!" you exclaimed a few moments later, pulling back to admire your handy work. "they look..close enough. like cousins i guess."

"first or fourth?"

you rolled your eyes, shifting to the side to grab a small mirror. "distant cousins. see?"

leon stared into his reflection–seriously, for a moment before cracking that signature grin again. "oh yeah, i see–ow!"

"you're impossible." you crossed your arms, frowning, as he rubbed the arm you'd lightly slapped.

"baby," he chuckled. "i'm only joking, come on. thank you so very much for making me so handsome, babe. even though i already am–" another light slap. "okay, okay. sorry. let me show my gratitude."

leon took the open eyeliner pen from your fingers before reaching for the cap still loosely held between your lips with his own. he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth as he took the cap, his grin growing as he felt you relax.

he pulled back, dropping the cap somewhere into his lap, as he held the pen out towards you, "let me repay the favor?"

you hummed, repositioning yourself closer to leon. he brought the pen towards your cheek as he gently stroked the pen against it.

"don't draw a dick on my face."

"no promises."

note: so sorry for such slow uploads, im on a family vacation and the wifi in most places isn't strong enough for my laptop or just won't connect!! i've been writing drafts in my notes so hopefully more posts coming soon! 😭

[auskerry]

when I'm nearly giving up on studying, i try to imagine that I'm, with leon kennedy, in a near death situation and that all those maths I'm constantly studying would be life necessary there, and after i saved our asses, he tells me how wonderful i am and that he loves me and that's basically how I'm holding on in this fuckass time

[lalitacrawford-blog]

Still Your Friend || Kennedi and Lalita

Lalita had been keenly aware of it when Thursday came around. Did she not have enough going on in her life? Not enough friends? Those seemed like the safest questions to ask about why she was preening in the mirror extra long for a girl who'd snubbed her. She remembered a little late that she was planning on looking casual, so she threw her pin straight hair up into a loose ponytail and put on bright pink sweats and a white tank top with the black bra a bit obvious underneath, heading towards her kitchen. She'd make something... she knew Kennedi liked to make sweets as well, but surely she could appreciate it when she was the one being made for, for once?

She put together a no-bake chocolate cheese cake, not sure when Kennedi would text and say she was coming over, though she caught herself smiling when she finally did. Friends. She could do that! She wouldn't at all look at the other woman with her dimples and perfect eyelashes and think about how her cheeks were all rosy from blushing and the cold when she stole a kiss from her on the ice. No. And she definitely wouldn't think about- shit. What was she doing making something creamy and chocolate again? After the last time? She groaned and shoved it into her fridge and set out a plate with Chips Ahoy! cookies instead and let out a huff. She could hold herself together to be a friend. She knew she could.

[lalitacrawford-blog]

Keep It Hid | Kennedi and Lalita

Having not ever seen Kennedi's barriers breaking down quite the way she had that night, the way she got emotional and seemed lost after talking to her mother, she obviously needed someone around and her roommate wasn't there to help her. And whether Lalita wanted to admit it or not, she was getting hung up on Kennedi, and so when she asked her, as a friend, to come over and be with her while she was feeling shaky, she practically jumped at the chance, dressing in between replies, getting out of her comfy pajamas and changing into bra and panties, a thin white long sleeved shirt that you could see her aqua bra through and threw a black peacoat over it and a pair of jeans.

After saying she was going over, she pulled on a scar but went without hat or gloves, deciding the drive would be warm enough and then she'd be in Kennedi's apartment, so there was no need for it. She got a taxi a little ways up the street and climbed in, giving Kennedi's new address and looking out the frosted up window at the lights of the buildings, slowly writing something in the perspiration of the car window before smearing it with her hand and paying the cab driver before jumping out of the car and heading into the building. Once she was inside, she located the place and went in, unlocked as Kennedi said. She locked it behind her, not sure if Kennedi expected Cole back at any point tonight. Pulling off her scarf and coat and leaving them on a chair, she looked around until she saw light under one door and knocked softly before letting herself in.

[lalitacrawford-blog]

Beauty, and all she is || Kennedi and Lalita

Lalita was looking forward to this, a possibly ridiculous amount, after such good talks with Kennedi. She'd been disappointed she could't have had her the first night she met her, but she thought all the talking beforehand had been something she wouldn't have given up. Would they have gotten that much talking done if Kennedi had come over straight away and they'd just had sex? Possibly, possibly it would have just happened in person, as she was hoping it would now. And if it hadn't happened, all the talking, she didn't think she'd feel as electrified as she did now thinking of meeting Kennedi in person, someone who had kept her so enthralled without even having met her yet.

Shaking her head at herself, she finished lighting a few candles in her kitchen and one on the coffee table in her living room before she went to check her brownies were cooling. The mousse would surely turn straight into liquid if they were too warm. Satisfied that they'd cooled enough, she went to her bedroom to change out of her comfy sweats and into a pale blue dress that looked like it was made for women in the 50s, the way it hugged her waist and flared out around the skirt, but she liked to look nice. Leaning her hip on the kitchen counter, she waited for Kennedi to show up, swiping the side of the bowl the mousse was made in and licking her finger.