Umm, how about some Sciles and Malira fluff? Maybe they're graduating, or someone is getting their degree and they're celebrating. I love your writing :D
Malia tugged at her gown.
“Hold still.” Kira begged Malia to stop fidgeting. She rolled the lint brush over Malia’s gown, careful to get under the arms.
“Hey!” Malia laughed. She flinched away from Kira.
Kira groaned. Getting a degree in Forestry was a big deal, and Kira just wanted Malia to look nice on her own graduation day. It shouldn’t have been an impossible goal. Malia, however, could not care less.
“As soon as this is over, I’m burning this thing,” she said for the millionth time.
A knock at their apartment door sent Malia sprinting toward it. Kira shook her head and put the lint brush away.
“Hey! There she is!” Stiles said as soon as Malia opened the door. She hugged him and then Scott, who appeared right beside him.
“How’s it feel to be a college graduate?” Scott asked.
“Fine, I guess. Kinda nervous. I’m just ready to get this over with so I can get out of this gown.” Malia waved the huge sleeves of her gown for effect.
“Yeah, those things suck,” Scott agreed. He leaned around her and waved to Kira. “You guys ready?”
Kira waved back. “I just have to get my purse.”
“Actually…” Malia said, “I need to ask Kira something.”
“Oh?” Stiles gave Malia a pointed look.
“Oh.” Stiles hooked his arm around Scott’s. “Let’s give the ladies some privacy. We’ll be waiting in the parking lot.” He gave her a thoroughly annoying wink and hauled an amused Scott away with him.
Kira was just about to ask what Malia needed when her breath was suddenly taken away by her girlfriend deciding right then was the perfect time to lock lips. She sank into Malia’s earthy warmness, opening up for her almost instantly, as always. Malia stroked the back of Kira’s neck with the barest brush of her fingernails, rendering Kira practically boneless in her arms.
She never thought to ask Malia what brought on this kiss. Because this kiss was definitely a foreplay kiss, and there was no way they had time for what usually came after the foreplay kiss.
Roscoe’s horn blared from outside their apartment. Malia and Kira parted with flushed cheeks and slightly smudged makeup.
“We’ll fix it in the Jeep,” Malia smiled as she took Kira’s hand. “Let’s go get me graduated, babe.”