♥ god ffufkcing
a kiss meme from ten years ago that i don’t remember how it goes so i’m just winging it
he kisses like a knee bruises, she swears, all sudden and then gone, even as the mark lingers. the shock goes from her mouth to her throat and settles uncomfortably somewhere in her sternum, and if she were a different sorta person she’d spend an evening with her knees hugged to her chest, thinking on the meaning of it all, thinking on the what the fuck of it all, thinking on whether-not she’s gonna need to get a new partner and what maggie’s gonna say when the infallible rust disappears.
no, it’s unfair to say maggie thinks rust is infallible. marty ain’t a bonehead, she knows that’s not true. maggie and rust have a something, though, something that rubs marty the wrong way; a connection, quiet and brimming, and it’s not the kind of connection marty has with him.
it’s a kind of jealousy, in a warped way. makes her not want him around her wife for reasons all unfair. god knows she’d trust rust with her life, but that’s not enough. it’s not enough, knowing rust will cover her back. it feels wrong when she comes home and the lawn’s fresh-mown by him. it feels wrong when she kisses him. it feels wrong not to have those things, with rust, in the usual way that marty can never puzzle out how she feels about him into quantifiable little boxes –– because he annoys her and she needs him and that annoys her.
kisses like bruises, right? she touches her mouth thoughtlessly for days and expects it to hurt.
