For the kiss meme! I did a random number generator and it gave you some interesting ones! 7 (...to shut them up) for Sierra and 50 (...out of love) for Imotohan~?
Okay so these were fun! Super rough, one pass, unedited, but I suppose the best bit is capturing the mood~
7 (...to shut them up) for Cierra
We start with extremely early-days Cierra, from their first relationship and the time that they were still at Juni together.
Alt couldn't help but roll her eyes. The enby in front of her—braided blue hair and eyes like dark galaxies—had been nattering on about some Calabi-Yau manifold-based model of spacetime that… You know what, it didn't matter. What did matter was how they had been talking about it for the entire time that they had been in the line for the club, for the past twenty-five damn minutes. They were lucky they were pretty. Unfortunately, by the time the herd had been thinned enough, the pair's residency certificates scanned, and the club entered, they were still fucking going. Alterra liked a good nerd out as much as the next genius, but for fuck's sake she was here to dance, be horny, and get handsy. Eventually the going on became a touch too much, Alt grabbing the enby's hand to spin them around, the five inches she had on them letting her easily crowd them against the nearby pillar. "Ciel, for fuck's sake…" she trailed off, seeing the sparkling look of amusement that they were giving her. "Oh fuck you, blue…" "If tonight goes my way," Ciel responded in their melodic alto, "you will." Alt bent down and kissed the smirk off their face. That should shut them up.
50 (...out of love) for Imotohan
And here we have a little snippet that might eventually happen in an NCNH canon fic, though probably not quite like this! The moment the fixer emerged from their office, still battered and bruised from their capture, it was like a lavender missile had struck them directly in the chest. Otohan could barely make out what she was saying, mumbling and stumbling through her tears as she wrapped her arms around their compact and strong frame. "I thought," Imogen sobbed, words near indistinguishable from noise as another heave wracked her body. "I th-thought…" Otohan's arms folded around Imogen by instinct, holding the netrunner close to their body as they chuckled. "It was pretty bad, yes, Bug." They rolled their eyes as their lips pressed to the crown of Imogen's head. "I am fine." Their hand cupped under Imogen's chin, raising her tear-reddened face to meet their gaze. "Imogen," they paused, making sure she was focused on them. "I. Am. Fine." They bent to kiss her.
