Number 5 & 26 for the kiss prompts pretty please? :)
Angry Kiss and Jealous Kiss???? Okey dokey!
You might be able to guess what universe this belongs to (but I’m not going to tell you.) I’m not sure if I’ll ever write the full story, but it does live in my brain rent free!
This is rated a very soft M, maybe even a T...
The door to their chambers closes with more force than she means it to, Emma flinching slightly before storming towards the bed they share. “Please tell me you aren’t actually jealous right now,” she begs, rolling her eyes as he starts removing his coat with more aggression than necessary.
With a scoff and a roll to his eyes, he says, “why on earth would I be jealous? Just because my fiancé was flirting with a King?”
“Flirting!” she cries, standing from the mattress and slapping her hand across his shoulder lightly. “You’re an idiot. When a King asks you to dance with him at his ball, you say yes.”
“So it was out of obligation, then,” he says, nodding his head although not seeming altogether convinced.
“Yes.”
“And the blushing and the giggling? I’m sure that was obligatory as well?”
She juts her jaw out and shakes her head in disbelief, letting out a chastising laugh. “Giggling,” she nods as she bites her bottom lip through a sarcastic, disbelieving smile.
His eyes are dark, stormy as they become shadowed by his thick and expressive brows. He glowers at her, taking a step closer and possessively placing her between his firm body and the stone wall behind her. “I know what I saw,” he growls.
“You’re wrong,” she insists dangerously, knowing what game he’s playing and that his anger and jealousy would never get in the way of the love he has for her.
He fuses his mouth to hers in a hot, angry kiss that leaves her instantly breathless. Her fingers find their way to his hair immediately, but they’re only allowed to stay there for a second before his hook presses her wrists into the wall above her head and he starts trailing his lips down the column of her neck.
Biting her collarbone, he murmurs against her skin, “you’re mine.” She lets out a gasp as he releases her wrists and undoes the laces of her corset with minimal effort, hastily sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth once he has access. “Not his. Mine.”
It should be rather obvious by now that she’s his. They’re engaged to be married, at her suggestion, and are raising a family together. His jealousy seems to have come out of left field, but if it drives him to devour her like this, she won’t argue. She’ll simply appease his possessive nature and confirm, “yours. Always.”
They make love intensely, chasing their highs together after the pointless and heated argument they had over just about nothing. When they’ve finally caught their breath, he traces soothing patterns across her skin and kisses the tip of her nose tenderly. “Sorry, love,” he whispers into the room, lit with only the soft glow of a lantern. “Not sure what came over me.”
With a soft, gentle smile, she replies, “you’re just a bit territorial, that’s all. It’s pretty hot.”
“Aye?” he asks with a wiggle to his brows.
She hums and laughs lightly. “You want to know why I was giggling?”
“Ah, so you admit that you were?”
Rolling her eyes, she slaps his shoulder again, more playfully this time. “He congratulated me on my beautiful family. Told me how heartwarming it was to see a father dancing with his daughter the way you were.”
A blush heats his face now, matching the one that lit Emma’s earlier in the evening during the lavish ball. “Ah…” he says, clearly embarrassed.
“He wished us luck with our growing family,” she whispered, feeling his hand press gently across the expanse of her growing belly.
“I suppose that’s rather polite of him,” he remarks, drawing a snort from Emma. “How did he know?”
She shrugs. “He says I’m glowing.”
“Of course you are, my love,” he confirms, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her bump.