I'm feeling particularly self indulgent rn so if the mood ever strikes, I'm sending in dealer's choice on that kiss meme for grazi and whoever 👉👈
Kiss Roulette
Hello, my love! :D Internet wife privileges: getting your beloved OC kissed by handsome fictional men. I hope you (and she) enjoy!
23) A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
"Four queens," Grazi announces as she lays down her hand.
Trapper gawks at it, brow furrowed, jaw dropped. His vision's just blurry enough that he doesn't take her at her word right away, that when she tries to reach for the pot, he grabs her forearm and holds her still while he leans in as close as possible to verify that there are, in fact, four queens and an eight in her hand. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me," he slurs.
Henry chuckles and shakes his head. "She got you again, McIntyre."
"This is some bullshit, 's what it is." Trapper looks back up at her, into those sparkling brown eyes. "How're you doin' it?"
"Doin' what?" Grazi asks, her cheeks beginning to flame. She gives the tiniest tug of her arm, but Trap's grip tightens, not entirely ready to let her slip back into shy propriety when they've come so far in just one poker game.
Trap gestures vaguely. "The, the cards, you're, I dunno how. Where're you hidin' the rest of 'em, huh?"
A brilliant smile crosses her face. God, she's beautiful. She's got her hair down tonight, silky brown waves spilling over her shoulders. It's really not fair. He should've known better than to play with somebody who's got the lethal combo of being incredibly distracting while also totally aware that she is. Grazi punches his bicep with her other hand, and it stings enough that he pulls back with a pout. "Hate to tell ya, but that's just good ol' fashioned Brooklyn blood. You never stood a chance."
"Do I get to deal sometime tonight, sir?" Klinger asks.
With a huff, Trapper shoves his cards toward him, then watches as Grazi gathers her pot to join the rest of her chips. The pile's getting so big, it's like the fucking Taj Mahal over there. By comparison, his own stacks are next to nothing. He's barely got enough to ante up for the next hand, much less bet. He'll be going all in whether he likes it or not.
While Klinger shuffles, Trapper leans until he's mere inches away from Grazi, and he gets distracted for a moment by the scent of her perfume. It seems familiar. He wonders if she borrowed it off another nurse for the night, if she had a reason why she wanted to stand out. His ego puffs up, rather liking to believe that it's all for him. "Hey, honey, whaddya say I get a loan off you, mm?"
Grazi blinks at him. "Do what?" The blush has started to spread down her throat now, disappearing under her jacket.
Trapper follows it without shame, flicking his tongue over his lips as he studies the slight curve of her breasts before meeting her gaze again. "You see how fuckin' light I am. C'mon, slide me a few of those chips, huh? I'll pay with interest next week."
She giggles and shakes her head. "Nice try, Doc, but you gotta believe I'm some kinda fool if you think that'll work. You know how many debts you've got around camp?"
"How d'ya know about those?" Trapper asks, cocking his head.
Grazi opens her mouth, closes it again, then shrugs, her nose going into the air as she turns back to the table. "Just call it instinct."
Not for the first time, he wonders exactly where in Brooklyn she came from to be this good of a card shark. There's something she's hiding. Call him predictable, but he's not going to be happy until he cracks all of her mysteries wide open.
Without another thought, he catches the collar of her jacket and tugs her closer, watching her eyes widen. "How's about I sweeten the deal?" And before she can say another word, he presses their lips together. He ignores how the table gasps and laughs, is instead focused on how utterly unmoving she is as though she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. He tries to coax her mouth to open, but can't quite manage it. Okay, so maybe this was a bad choice. But when he goes to pull away, she grabs his jacket and holds him there, then tips her head and finally, finally deepens the kiss.
He gets a little distracted after that, to be honest, one hand cupping her cheek, the other pushing her hair out of her face and then getting a very loose hold on it. She squeaks when his tongue slips into her mouth. It's only after she shakes all over from head to toe that she darts back, and he lets her, happy to hover there and grin up at her like a puppy who just got the belly rub of a lifetime.
"McIntyre." Henry's voice finally swims into focus. "You're holding up the damn game, could you…?"
"Aw, gimme a second," Trapper drawls. Grazi's staring at the table, one hand curled around the edge of it with white knuckles. He waits. And after another moment, she clears her throat and meekly slides a stack of chips toward him. "There you go," he murmurs, smile widening enough to make his cheeks hurt. "You're a doll."
"Fuck off," Grazi mumbles back, and it takes him so by surprise that he laughs until he falls out of his chair.
