@ Rowdy
Taylor was breathless, her chest rising in quick, uneven waves as she tried to remember how to speak. The warmth of him lingered everywhere, on her lips, her skin, even the faint imprint of his hand still resting like a ghost at her waist. For a moment, she simply stood there, blinking up at him, her painted lashes fluttering like she was trying to steady herself in a world that had tilted just a little.
“Better than popcorn?” she repeated, her voice light but a touch shaky. “I think that might’ve ruined popcorn for me forever.”
She laughed softly, still a little dazed, brushing her thumb across her lower lip as if testing whether the moment had actually happened. “I’m not sure that’s how charity kisses usually go,” she added with a small grin, her cheeks flushed a sweet shade of pink that had nothing to do with makeup.
Her gaze met his again, and the teasing spark returned, gentler now but every bit as alive. “If that was your warm up,” she said, tilting her head just slightly, “I’m not sure the rest of the world stands a chance.”
She stepped back at last, her hand brushing his arm as she did. The fair’s laughter and music began to drift back in, like the world had been on pause just for them. “Guess I should let someone else have a turn,” she murmured, though her smile hinted that she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to. “But for the record, that kiss might’ve just set the bar for the rest of my life.”
Taylor was breathless, her chest rising in quick, uneven waves as she tried to remember how to speak. The warmth of him lingered everywhere, on her lips, her skin, even the faint imprint of his hand still resting like a ghost at her waist. For a moment, she simply stood there, blinking up at him, her painted lashes fluttering like she was trying to steady herself in a world that had tilted just a little.
“Better than popcorn?” she repeated, her voice light but a touch shaky. “I think that might’ve ruined popcorn for me forever.”
She laughed softly, still a little dazed, brushing her thumb across her lower lip as if testing whether the moment had actually happened. “I’m not sure that’s how charity kisses usually go,” she added with a small grin, her cheeks flushed a sweet shade of pink that had nothing to do with makeup.
Her gaze met his again, and the teasing spark returned, gentler now but every bit as alive. “If that was your warm up,” she said, tilting her head just slightly, “I’m not sure the rest of the world stands a chance.”
She stepped back at last, her hand brushing his arm as she did. The fair’s laughter and music began to drift back in, like the world had been on pause just for them. “Guess I should let someone else have a turn,” she murmured, though her smile hinted that she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to. “But for the record, that kiss might’ve just set the bar for the rest of my life.”
@ Taylor Adams
Rowdy had ridden this same roller coaster last year and it wasn’t completely uncommon for some of the kisses to get out of hand, but he hadn’t expected to be one of his kisses that did. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting what remained of her on his mouth before giving her a crooked grin. “If you are curious how I do once I am fully warmed up, maybe you should come back in a little while and try me out again?”
Rowdy shot a look at Jax when she said that Rowdy’s kiss might have set the bar for the rest of her life. Rowdy chuckled out loud and said, “I’ve never heard anything like that before. Normally, it’s Jax that gets those kind of compliments.” His eyes soften just a fraction, and he said sincerely, “Thank you. That actually means a lot.”
Rowdy backed up, releasing her from feeling like he expected her to hang around to be close to him. “See ya around, Pippi Longstocking!
Rowdy had ridden this same roller coaster last year and it wasn’t completely uncommon for some of the kisses to get out of hand, but he hadn’t expected to be one of his kisses that did. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting what remained of her on his mouth before giving her a crooked grin. “If you are curious how I do once I am fully warmed up, maybe you should come back in a little while and try me out again?”
Rowdy shot a look at Jax when she said that Rowdy’s kiss might have set the bar for the rest of her life. Rowdy chuckled out loud and said, “I’ve never heard anything like that before. Normally, it’s Jax that gets those kind of compliments.” His eyes soften just a fraction, and he said sincerely, “Thank you. That actually means a lot.”
Rowdy backed up, releasing her from feeling like he expected her to hang around to be close to him. “See ya around, Pippi Longstocking!
@Rowdy
Taylor lingered for just a heartbeat longer, her pulse still fluttering in her throat as his grin met hers. The sound of his teasing brought a soft laugh bubbling out of her, the kind that trembled between shy and delighted. She tucked a strand of red yarn hair behind her ear, pretending she wasn’t blushing as hard as she was.
“Careful, Firefighter,” she said lightly, “you make offers like that, and I just might hold you to it.”
Her lips curved as she looked up at him one last time, that teasing sparkle still dancing in her eyes. “And for the record, I think Jax just lost his title.”
She gave a little wave, the kind that was part goodbye, part maybe-not-forever, then turned toward the crowd. The fair lights caught the faint sheen of gloss still on her lips as she slipped back into the sea of laughter and music, her striped stockings and bright red braids swaying in rhythm with her steps.
As she disappeared into the glow of the midway, she glanced once over her shoulder, smile widening just enough to promise she hadn’t ruled out coming back.
Taylor lingered for just a heartbeat longer, her pulse still fluttering in her throat as his grin met hers. The sound of his teasing brought a soft laugh bubbling out of her, the kind that trembled between shy and delighted. She tucked a strand of red yarn hair behind her ear, pretending she wasn’t blushing as hard as she was.
“Careful, Firefighter,” she said lightly, “you make offers like that, and I just might hold you to it.”
Her lips curved as she looked up at him one last time, that teasing sparkle still dancing in her eyes. “And for the record, I think Jax just lost his title.”
She gave a little wave, the kind that was part goodbye, part maybe-not-forever, then turned toward the crowd. The fair lights caught the faint sheen of gloss still on her lips as she slipped back into the sea of laughter and music, her striped stockings and bright red braids swaying in rhythm with her steps.
As she disappeared into the glow of the midway, she glanced once over her shoulder, smile widening just enough to promise she hadn’t ruled out coming back.
She arrived at the festival and fixed her confident smirk in place as eyes began to stare at her. Wives tugged on their husband’s arms to stop them staring. Boyfriends were pulled out of her wake by their girlfriends. Some girls looked in admiration, others in jealousy. The point is, Neriah had made an impression as she passed face painting booths, booths selling light up toys for the kids, food stands, beer stands, all kinds of holiday geared fun. However, she knew what she was interested in. She had seen a small advertisement for it and that was what she wanted.
She located the kissing booth and hung back to watch as she made her selections before she even approached. The firefighter who was losing his pants looked fun – bad fun. Like roll you in the dirt and never bother to ask your name fun. Nah. The fake vampire looked just as scrumptious. Oh, the dirty things they could do. But No. No boys tonight! That was when her eyes settled on the chef and her body reacted. “Dear lord…” She needn’t wait any longer, her eyes were set on the chef with the blonde hair and ash-colored eyes.
Neriah approached the booth and stopped directly in front of the Chef (Jeanne). She placed her ticket on the shelf of the booth that separated them. “You. Chef. Show these boys up?”
@Rowdy Stevenson
"It'll be fun, she said... We can dress up, I could have some fun she said while she eats all the cotton candy... I swear, if she's on a candy hypo, I'm dragging her ass home" Amy grumbled to her best friend, Mikey, about her cousin. "Ah she'll be alright Amz... Tell you what. You go past the haunted house and market stalls, I'll go where the arcades and other amusements are. Deal? Meet back in ten minutes?" Mikey suggested, patting her shoulder, "Then we can drag her back home".
Amy sighed and ruffled her hair and tutting as her headpiece nearly fell off, "Fine" she waved off her friend and began checking through the market, barely glancing at others passing, or eying her up. However, one thing that did catch her eye was a certain firefighter, sitting so confidently at a booth. She glanced at the sign. "Kissing Booth?" she murmured, watching as a woman walked away with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her grey eyes looked back at him, damn he was hot... And in that outfit too?
Hearing a squeal, she glanced to the side. Mikey had found her cousin. Great. Sighing in relief, she decided to check out this booth and walk closer, "Firefighter huh?" she said with a small noise of amusement, "So, are ya' hosing the women down or just kissing them?" She looked back at the sign and put her hands idly on her hips, shifting the fabric on her outfit, "First festival. What do I do? Do I get a prize if I'm a good kisser?" she smirked a little at him, "I like a challenge, up for it?"
"It'll be fun, she said... We can dress up, I could have some fun she said while she eats all the cotton candy... I swear, if she's on a candy hypo, I'm dragging her ass home" Amy grumbled to her best friend, Mikey, about her cousin. "Ah she'll be alright Amz... Tell you what. You go past the haunted house and market stalls, I'll go where the arcades and other amusements are. Deal? Meet back in ten minutes?" Mikey suggested, patting her shoulder, "Then we can drag her back home".
Amy sighed and ruffled her hair and tutting as her headpiece nearly fell off, "Fine" she waved off her friend and began checking through the market, barely glancing at others passing, or eying her up. However, one thing that did catch her eye was a certain firefighter, sitting so confidently at a booth. She glanced at the sign. "Kissing Booth?" she murmured, watching as a woman walked away with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her grey eyes looked back at him, damn he was hot... And in that outfit too?
Hearing a squeal, she glanced to the side. Mikey had found her cousin. Great. Sighing in relief, she decided to check out this booth and walk closer, "Firefighter huh?" she said with a small noise of amusement, "So, are ya' hosing the women down or just kissing them?" She looked back at the sign and put her hands idly on her hips, shifting the fabric on her outfit, "First festival. What do I do? Do I get a prize if I'm a good kisser?" she smirked a little at him, "I like a challenge, up for it?"
@Neriah Blossom
“Mm? Merci. This’ll make my, what did you call it? Techniques? Far more appealing.” Jeanne muttered as their cigarette was lit. Smoke clouding up along their cheeks as it pooled out, thick like fog. With a languid pace, they slowly admire the booth activities around them; leaning quite heavily onto the booth itself. They weren’t really expecting any kind of attraction. On one side was a man with half his pubic bone showing, on the other was a bombshell in a skin tight suit. It was going to be an easy night for the acquired taste Jeanne considered herself to be.
Right up until Wonder Woman came straight (well not very straight by the looks of it) and set down a challenge that Jeanne couldn’t refuse. Looking every bit like her bisexual awakening from when Linda Carter first walked onto her tv screen as a teen.
“Well salut to you too.” Jeanne grinned, and tucked the still smouldering cigarette behind their ear. Straightening up, the faux chef easily eclipsed the equally faux hero in height. She grabbed the ticket and slipped it into the band of their jeans, “No one told me that this was a competition. But I am not one to…comment dit…back down?”
Jeanne crooked a finger, motioning Neriah in closer until she could slip a hand along the back of her neck; their skin smelling like nicotine, motor oil, and a certain unnameable quality that was entirely Jeanne. The tired grey gaze flickered from her eyes to her mouth and then a little further down with a grin that was far beyond salacious. “You’re not shy of anything are you cherie? I’d hate to make your knees go weak in front of everyone.”
“Mm? Merci. This’ll make my, what did you call it? Techniques? Far more appealing.” Jeanne muttered as their cigarette was lit. Smoke clouding up along their cheeks as it pooled out, thick like fog. With a languid pace, they slowly admire the booth activities around them; leaning quite heavily onto the booth itself. They weren’t really expecting any kind of attraction. On one side was a man with half his pubic bone showing, on the other was a bombshell in a skin tight suit. It was going to be an easy night for the acquired taste Jeanne considered herself to be.
Right up until Wonder Woman came straight (well not very straight by the looks of it) and set down a challenge that Jeanne couldn’t refuse. Looking every bit like her bisexual awakening from when Linda Carter first walked onto her tv screen as a teen.
“Well salut to you too.” Jeanne grinned, and tucked the still smouldering cigarette behind their ear. Straightening up, the faux chef easily eclipsed the equally faux hero in height. She grabbed the ticket and slipped it into the band of their jeans, “No one told me that this was a competition. But I am not one to…comment dit…back down?”
Jeanne crooked a finger, motioning Neriah in closer until she could slip a hand along the back of her neck; their skin smelling like nicotine, motor oil, and a certain unnameable quality that was entirely Jeanne. The tired grey gaze flickered from her eyes to her mouth and then a little further down with a grin that was far beyond salacious. “You’re not shy of anything are you cherie? I’d hate to make your knees go weak in front of everyone.”
@ Amy Dixiton
He had barely got to sit back down before he was already the target of another kisser, but Rowdy hasn’t noticed this yet. He had ordered another drink from Gandrell and he was feeling pretty good about himself. The music was good, the drinks were strong, he was a little excited, it should be a good night. Gandrell was quick with the refill and Rowdy had just downed it, ready to turn and poke a little fun at Jax, when he heard his costume referenced again.
He turned and eyes the bare mid drift and fake snakes curving around her bust and hips. She had a smart mouth to go with her smart body. He grinned cockily and said, “I haven’t hosed anyone down yet, but the night is young.” He chugged the drink and set it down to be refilled again once he was done with his costumer. Gand mixed them strong and even he was feeling the effects. He felt his joints loosen and his inhibitions lessen, if that was even possible.
“One ticket. One kiss. Those are the rules. The kiss is the prize. No guarantee the kiss you choose will be the one you truly crave. You will just have to trust your gut. There are a few of us to choose from. Pick wisely…unless you have multiple tickets and want more than one go.”
He had barely got to sit back down before he was already the target of another kisser, but Rowdy hasn’t noticed this yet. He had ordered another drink from Gandrell and he was feeling pretty good about himself. The music was good, the drinks were strong, he was a little excited, it should be a good night. Gandrell was quick with the refill and Rowdy had just downed it, ready to turn and poke a little fun at Jax, when he heard his costume referenced again.
He turned and eyes the bare mid drift and fake snakes curving around her bust and hips. She had a smart mouth to go with her smart body. He grinned cockily and said, “I haven’t hosed anyone down yet, but the night is young.” He chugged the drink and set it down to be refilled again once he was done with his costumer. Gand mixed them strong and even he was feeling the effects. He felt his joints loosen and his inhibitions lessen, if that was even possible.
“One ticket. One kiss. Those are the rules. The kiss is the prize. No guarantee the kiss you choose will be the one you truly crave. You will just have to trust your gut. There are a few of us to choose from. Pick wisely…unless you have multiple tickets and want more than one go.”
@Rowdy Stevenson
Amy looked over the others and hummed, "I mean. You all are hot... Suppose I could try and get something out of it. One ticket and I get to kiss you? Sounds like a strange way to be a hooker I suppose" Amy mused and pulled up a single ticket slightly from inside her cleavage, allowing it to just stick out, "Guess you're my prize. Shame it's just a kiss, I guess I need to behave. If I give you two tickets, do I get your number for the second one?" she smirked and eyed him up and down, "You can hose me down anytime you want"
She leaned down and flashed a cheeky canine, offering her front with the ticket, "One ticket for the picking... I heard the last girl said it was the best kiss she ever had" she tilted her head, eyes flickering red for a moment before going back to grey, "Best make sure it's worth my while then, huh?" Amy quirked her brow, "I ain't leaning in though, guess you gotta' come around and give me it properly" she added with a wink.
Amy looked over the others and hummed, "I mean. You all are hot... Suppose I could try and get something out of it. One ticket and I get to kiss you? Sounds like a strange way to be a hooker I suppose" Amy mused and pulled up a single ticket slightly from inside her cleavage, allowing it to just stick out, "Guess you're my prize. Shame it's just a kiss, I guess I need to behave. If I give you two tickets, do I get your number for the second one?" she smirked and eyed him up and down, "You can hose me down anytime you want"
She leaned down and flashed a cheeky canine, offering her front with the ticket, "One ticket for the picking... I heard the last girl said it was the best kiss she ever had" she tilted her head, eyes flickering red for a moment before going back to grey, "Best make sure it's worth my while then, huh?" Amy quirked her brow, "I ain't leaning in though, guess you gotta' come around and give me it properly" she added with a wink.
@Sammie Lox
Jax blinked once when she pulled back, the faintest ghost of a smirk finding its way onto his face. The air between them still carried the heat of the moment, and for a heartbeat, the rest of the noise around the booth faded out. Then her chuckle brought it all back; the laughter, the rustle of costumes, the sound of her friend snickering somewhere nearby.
He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his jaw, feigning nonchalance as he leaned his hip against the booth again. “Guess that’ll do,” He said lightly, amusement curling through his words. “Not bad for a knockoff vampire, huh?”
Her two-finger salute earned a quiet laugh, low and genuine, before he tipped his chin toward her in return. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sweetheart. Try not to break too many hearts out there.”
He lifted his beer in a lazy mock-toast as she turned away, watching just long enough to make sure she made it back to her friend before he went right back to his spot; one more face in the Halloween chaos, grin still tugging faintly at his mouth, waiting for his next customer.
Jax blinked once when she pulled back, the faintest ghost of a smirk finding its way onto his face. The air between them still carried the heat of the moment, and for a heartbeat, the rest of the noise around the booth faded out. Then her chuckle brought it all back; the laughter, the rustle of costumes, the sound of her friend snickering somewhere nearby.
He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his jaw, feigning nonchalance as he leaned his hip against the booth again. “Guess that’ll do,” He said lightly, amusement curling through his words. “Not bad for a knockoff vampire, huh?”
Her two-finger salute earned a quiet laugh, low and genuine, before he tipped his chin toward her in return. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sweetheart. Try not to break too many hearts out there.”
He lifted his beer in a lazy mock-toast as she turned away, watching just long enough to make sure she made it back to her friend before he went right back to his spot; one more face in the Halloween chaos, grin still tugging faintly at his mouth, waiting for his next customer.
@ Jeanne
The ticket was accepted and Neriah offered a naughty smile as she was beckoned forward into the hands of a very hungry chef. Neriah eyed the cigarette and reached out to take it from behind her selected one’s ear. She placed the cigarette in the same place she set the ticket before. “Just to be safe,” she said returning the same smolder of passion in her tone, “If your hair caught fire, it might ruin our moment.” Neriah reached up and tucked the lock of blonde hair she loosed when she removed the cigarette. She let her eyes trace the outline of their lips before she stepped forward and threw her arm over the Chef’s shoulder. “Your competition isn’t with them,” she explained as she motioned nonchalantly at the others. “It’s with me.” Neriah, hindered by the booth, couldn’t rub herself against her desired as she would have liked. Kissing was not just about what happened in the mouth, but throughout one’s entire body.
She felt the hand on the back of her neck and purred softly. The arm she draped over their shoulder grabbed hold of a handful of the jacket and held tight. She leaned in and brushed her lips against their’s briefly, teasing a little. “Shyness is for virgins and teases. I am a sure thing if someone would only be brave enough to pluck the fruit.” Neriah opened her mouth and ran her tongue over their lower lip before pulling back and eyeing them. “Would you like it if I were the one who made your knees weak?”
Neriah’s other arm wrapped around their hip and rested on their ass. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered as she made her move. Her cosseted breasts pressed against their chest as their lips met. It might have started gently, experimentally to allow them to find the tempo that suited them best.
The ticket was accepted and Neriah offered a naughty smile as she was beckoned forward into the hands of a very hungry chef. Neriah eyed the cigarette and reached out to take it from behind her selected one’s ear. She placed the cigarette in the same place she set the ticket before. “Just to be safe,” she said returning the same smolder of passion in her tone, “If your hair caught fire, it might ruin our moment.” Neriah reached up and tucked the lock of blonde hair she loosed when she removed the cigarette. She let her eyes trace the outline of their lips before she stepped forward and threw her arm over the Chef’s shoulder. “Your competition isn’t with them,” she explained as she motioned nonchalantly at the others. “It’s with me.” Neriah, hindered by the booth, couldn’t rub herself against her desired as she would have liked. Kissing was not just about what happened in the mouth, but throughout one’s entire body.
She felt the hand on the back of her neck and purred softly. The arm she draped over their shoulder grabbed hold of a handful of the jacket and held tight. She leaned in and brushed her lips against their’s briefly, teasing a little. “Shyness is for virgins and teases. I am a sure thing if someone would only be brave enough to pluck the fruit.” Neriah opened her mouth and ran her tongue over their lower lip before pulling back and eyeing them. “Would you like it if I were the one who made your knees weak?”
Neriah’s other arm wrapped around their hip and rested on their ass. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered as she made her move. Her cosseted breasts pressed against their chest as their lips met. It might have started gently, experimentally to allow them to find the tempo that suited them best.
@ Neriah
“Ah, but it would make the moment memorable no?” Jeanne grinned, her tongue darting out to taste over where Neriah had traced; their skin smelling memory of lip gloss enough to bring a purr up from the biker. “Then again, I’m sure any memory with you is memorable cherie.”
With the boldness of the other woman, Jeanne slipped her hand further into her hair. Drawing her close with a slightly tighter grip. Every word dripping with a heavily accented gravel, “Careful, it’s just a kiss…until I’m off shift.”
Jeanne didn’t need anymore encouragement after that. Dragging Neriah the rest of the way to mash her mouth against theirs. It wasn’t anything sweet or delicate or innocent. Tasting like smoke and bad decisions as she worked to all but devour Neriah’s senses. A smile tugging at her lips even as they worked to dominate the moment. Jeanne didn’t do anything, even this, half way.
Ever the French men, their tongue quickly flicked out. First caressing her lower lip before pushing past to entangle with their partner. Working a slow pattern to draw out every inch and noise she could from the woman.
It was only the need for air that finally pulled Jeanne back, who had, lost in the moment, half climbed up onto the booth. Saliva threading between the two before it snapped. The sight making Jeanne chuckle as they wiped it off, “Think I’ve got a new favourite super hero cherie. Hope it was worth the ticket.”
“Ah, but it would make the moment memorable no?” Jeanne grinned, her tongue darting out to taste over where Neriah had traced; their skin smelling memory of lip gloss enough to bring a purr up from the biker. “Then again, I’m sure any memory with you is memorable cherie.”
With the boldness of the other woman, Jeanne slipped her hand further into her hair. Drawing her close with a slightly tighter grip. Every word dripping with a heavily accented gravel, “Careful, it’s just a kiss…until I’m off shift.”
Jeanne didn’t need anymore encouragement after that. Dragging Neriah the rest of the way to mash her mouth against theirs. It wasn’t anything sweet or delicate or innocent. Tasting like smoke and bad decisions as she worked to all but devour Neriah’s senses. A smile tugging at her lips even as they worked to dominate the moment. Jeanne didn’t do anything, even this, half way.
Ever the French men, their tongue quickly flicked out. First caressing her lower lip before pushing past to entangle with their partner. Working a slow pattern to draw out every inch and noise she could from the woman.
It was only the need for air that finally pulled Jeanne back, who had, lost in the moment, half climbed up onto the booth. Saliva threading between the two before it snapped. The sight making Jeanne chuckle as they wiped it off, “Think I’ve got a new favourite super hero cherie. Hope it was worth the ticket.”
@Thanasis
The festival had gone full chaos: laughter, lights, sugar, and sin all tangled together. Her black heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way toward the booth, the faint chime of her rosary swinging mockingly against her thigh. The “nun” outfit was anything but holy: a short black habit clinging to her curves, fishnet stockings vanishing beneath the hem, a set of white pearls mocking a collar with a cross, and a black satin headdress.
She smirked as she slowed near the ticket line, eyes trailing shamelessly over the volunteers. The men, and women looked unfairly good under the glow of the string lights, some still dusted with caramel and laughter. Wonder Woman looked incredible alongside the rest of the sexiest collection of people. One particularly broad-shouldered volunteer bent over to pick something up, and Willow’s brows lifted in appreciation. “Blessed be,” She murmured under her breath, a teasing grin curving her painted lips. “The Lord does provide.”
Still, she wasn’t here for just any saint or sinner. Her ticket, held delicately between her crimson nails was for one only. Her smile deepened, something wicked flashing in her dark eyes. Jeans that clung to thighs wrapped in empty leather straps, a t-shirt hidden beneath a bulletproof vest that had seen better days, and a bandana tied loosely around his neck like some half-forgotten war trophy. But the pièce de résistance, the thing that nearly made her choke on her laughter was the little green alien plush stuffed into his vest like a battle companion.
She had to press her lips together to stop the smirk from spreading too fast. “Area 51 Raider,” She read off the handwritten sign, then back to him with a slow, amused lift of her brow. “You’re telling me this isn’t a costume?”
Willow leaned a hip against the edge of his booth, the skirt of her scandalous habit sliding higher with the movement. Her rosary glinted beneath the lights as she held out her ticket between two fingers. “Well,” She said low and honeyed, “I guess that makes me your next experiment, doesn’t it?”
The festival had gone full chaos: laughter, lights, sugar, and sin all tangled together. Her black heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way toward the booth, the faint chime of her rosary swinging mockingly against her thigh. The “nun” outfit was anything but holy: a short black habit clinging to her curves, fishnet stockings vanishing beneath the hem, a set of white pearls mocking a collar with a cross, and a black satin headdress.
She smirked as she slowed near the ticket line, eyes trailing shamelessly over the volunteers. The men, and women looked unfairly good under the glow of the string lights, some still dusted with caramel and laughter. Wonder Woman looked incredible alongside the rest of the sexiest collection of people. One particularly broad-shouldered volunteer bent over to pick something up, and Willow’s brows lifted in appreciation. “Blessed be,” She murmured under her breath, a teasing grin curving her painted lips. “The Lord does provide.”
Still, she wasn’t here for just any saint or sinner. Her ticket, held delicately between her crimson nails was for one only. Her smile deepened, something wicked flashing in her dark eyes. Jeans that clung to thighs wrapped in empty leather straps, a t-shirt hidden beneath a bulletproof vest that had seen better days, and a bandana tied loosely around his neck like some half-forgotten war trophy. But the pièce de résistance, the thing that nearly made her choke on her laughter was the little green alien plush stuffed into his vest like a battle companion.
She had to press her lips together to stop the smirk from spreading too fast. “Area 51 Raider,” She read off the handwritten sign, then back to him with a slow, amused lift of her brow. “You’re telling me this isn’t a costume?”
Willow leaned a hip against the edge of his booth, the skirt of her scandalous habit sliding higher with the movement. Her rosary glinted beneath the lights as she held out her ticket between two fingers. “Well,” She said low and honeyed, “I guess that makes me your next experiment, doesn’t it?”
@ Willow
Thanasis had been eyeing up Mercy like she was a painting. Something to be admired at a distance. His grin caught on her ass even as the night got busy. He could have been content being a lecher all night if it wasn’t for the Catholic flashback coming his way. All curved and confidence with a wandering eye that was enough to drag his attention entirely. Hungrily.
The half smile on his face grew into a wide grin, and he rested both tattooed hands on the booth. Doing his best to let the bare muscles of his arms flex on his weight. Every bit the pretty show pony for a pretty girl, “Oh I don’t joke about aliens sister. The truth is out there. Want to come try it?”
He leaned in, grabbing the ticket with his teeth, just grazing against her fingertips. He pulled back, and slipped it into his pocket with a wink. With one arm, he vaulted up onto the booth, swinging his legs around to nestle those admired thighs around her waist and bring her in close. “This ain’t experimental sister. I’m just reinforcing a theory. It’s always the religious girls.”
His hands dug into her hips, pulling her snug against the booth. Thanasis leaned in, running his nose along her cheek before seeking out her lips. He didn’t do hesitation or teasing. More than confident he could win her over with a lengthy, soul stealing kiss.
It was heated and hungry. Working in a hard rhythm like she might run off before he was fully satisfied. His hands tightening on her hips to pull her in closer so he could deepen the angle. Wanting nothing more than to see what made the sister ready to start praying.
Thanasis had been eyeing up Mercy like she was a painting. Something to be admired at a distance. His grin caught on her ass even as the night got busy. He could have been content being a lecher all night if it wasn’t for the Catholic flashback coming his way. All curved and confidence with a wandering eye that was enough to drag his attention entirely. Hungrily.
The half smile on his face grew into a wide grin, and he rested both tattooed hands on the booth. Doing his best to let the bare muscles of his arms flex on his weight. Every bit the pretty show pony for a pretty girl, “Oh I don’t joke about aliens sister. The truth is out there. Want to come try it?”
He leaned in, grabbing the ticket with his teeth, just grazing against her fingertips. He pulled back, and slipped it into his pocket with a wink. With one arm, he vaulted up onto the booth, swinging his legs around to nestle those admired thighs around her waist and bring her in close. “This ain’t experimental sister. I’m just reinforcing a theory. It’s always the religious girls.”
His hands dug into her hips, pulling her snug against the booth. Thanasis leaned in, running his nose along her cheek before seeking out her lips. He didn’t do hesitation or teasing. More than confident he could win her over with a lengthy, soul stealing kiss.
It was heated and hungry. Working in a hard rhythm like she might run off before he was fully satisfied. His hands tightening on her hips to pull her in closer so he could deepen the angle. Wanting nothing more than to see what made the sister ready to start praying.
@ Jeanne and Mercy
Sweetness was never Neriah’s strong suit, and she was only too glad when her horny chef threw cautious out of the window and dived into the kiss as completely as she did. Tongues intertwining, battling for dominance, and then subsequently giving in completely. Her fingers gripped the fabric of the chef’s coat, nails wanting to rip the fabric but knowing that wasn’t fair to the costume, as she pulled them in closer.
The kiss should have lasted longer - in other circumstances it would have - but this was a family event, and she was sure they had caused enough of a spectacle already. It didn’t prevent the whimper from passing over her parted lips as her chef pulled back to end it. Too caught up in the kiss to notice, Neriah giggled enthusiastically when she realized her chef and nearly climbed out of the booth to get to her. That was hot! Satisfied she had made an impression she touched the front of the chef’s coat and helped ease them back into the booth. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you rather enjoyed that.”
Neriah knew how much she had enjoyed their moment. It wasn’t something she could voice in present company, but there was a sticky sweetness that dampened her. “You mentioned ’getting off’”… she emphasized the double entendre. “Let’s hope no one else has found me by then. It would be a shame not to see what other talents that tongue of yours has.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the chef’s cheek. “To remember me by.” She went to leave but then saw Mercy!
She pranced over to her friend and offered her a hug! “You are in the kissing booth! Why didn’t you call me? I so would have done this with you.”
Sweetness was never Neriah’s strong suit, and she was only too glad when her horny chef threw cautious out of the window and dived into the kiss as completely as she did. Tongues intertwining, battling for dominance, and then subsequently giving in completely. Her fingers gripped the fabric of the chef’s coat, nails wanting to rip the fabric but knowing that wasn’t fair to the costume, as she pulled them in closer.
The kiss should have lasted longer - in other circumstances it would have - but this was a family event, and she was sure they had caused enough of a spectacle already. It didn’t prevent the whimper from passing over her parted lips as her chef pulled back to end it. Too caught up in the kiss to notice, Neriah giggled enthusiastically when she realized her chef and nearly climbed out of the booth to get to her. That was hot! Satisfied she had made an impression she touched the front of the chef’s coat and helped ease them back into the booth. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you rather enjoyed that.”
Neriah knew how much she had enjoyed their moment. It wasn’t something she could voice in present company, but there was a sticky sweetness that dampened her. “You mentioned ’getting off’”… she emphasized the double entendre. “Let’s hope no one else has found me by then. It would be a shame not to see what other talents that tongue of yours has.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the chef’s cheek. “To remember me by.” She went to leave but then saw Mercy!
She pranced over to her friend and offered her a hug! “You are in the kissing booth! Why didn’t you call me? I so would have done this with you.”
@Thanasis
She hadn’t expected him to move like that. He was quick, bold, all muscle and motion, and for a heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe. One moment, he was behind the booth flashing that ridiculous grin, and the next, those strong arms had closed the space between them.
Her ticket disappeared between his teeth, the brush of them against her fingertips sparking something that made her skin hum. Her smirk faltered for just a second, and that was all the opening he needed.
Willow’s pulse thudded as his thighs bracketed her hips, the heat of him pressing close enough to chase away the chill in the night air. ““Reinforcing a theory, huh?” She murmured, but her voice betrayed her. It was softer now, and lower.
Then he kissed her. There was nothing gentle about it. It was the kind of kiss that claimed a moment and burned through thought. He tasted of smoke, of adrenaline and laughter, and it sent a shiver through her spine. Willow’s hands found his vest instinctively, curling into the worn fabric like she might steady herself against him, giving him as much heat and as much energy as he was giving her, rolling herself lightly against him.
When he finally pulled back, she was breathless and smiling, lips tingling from the contact. “Well,” She managed, trying to sound unbothered despite the flush that betrayed her, “you might be onto something, Raider.”
Her eyes flicked to the little green alien stuffed in his vest again, and she grinned wider. “Guess even the extraterrestrials approve.” Willow eased back slowly, her grin lazy and knowing. One last sweep of her fingers smoothed the front of his vest where she’d clutched it. “You better be careful, Raider,” She murmured, dark eyes bright beneath her lashes. “You keep kissing like that, and the church might actually have to forgive me.”
She took a step back, the swing of her rosary catching the light as she turned. The smirk stayed, the kind that promised trouble and maybe a little redemption….but only if he came looking for it.
She hadn’t expected him to move like that. He was quick, bold, all muscle and motion, and for a heartbeat, she forgot how to breathe. One moment, he was behind the booth flashing that ridiculous grin, and the next, those strong arms had closed the space between them.
Her ticket disappeared between his teeth, the brush of them against her fingertips sparking something that made her skin hum. Her smirk faltered for just a second, and that was all the opening he needed.
Willow’s pulse thudded as his thighs bracketed her hips, the heat of him pressing close enough to chase away the chill in the night air. ““Reinforcing a theory, huh?” She murmured, but her voice betrayed her. It was softer now, and lower.
Then he kissed her. There was nothing gentle about it. It was the kind of kiss that claimed a moment and burned through thought. He tasted of smoke, of adrenaline and laughter, and it sent a shiver through her spine. Willow’s hands found his vest instinctively, curling into the worn fabric like she might steady herself against him, giving him as much heat and as much energy as he was giving her, rolling herself lightly against him.
When he finally pulled back, she was breathless and smiling, lips tingling from the contact. “Well,” She managed, trying to sound unbothered despite the flush that betrayed her, “you might be onto something, Raider.”
Her eyes flicked to the little green alien stuffed in his vest again, and she grinned wider. “Guess even the extraterrestrials approve.” Willow eased back slowly, her grin lazy and knowing. One last sweep of her fingers smoothed the front of his vest where she’d clutched it. “You better be careful, Raider,” She murmured, dark eyes bright beneath her lashes. “You keep kissing like that, and the church might actually have to forgive me.”
She took a step back, the swing of her rosary catching the light as she turned. The smirk stayed, the kind that promised trouble and maybe a little redemption….but only if he came looking for it.
@Neriah
If Jeanne was grinning before, there was something near feral in their smile when they pulled back and heard the sweetest whimper fall off Neriah’s lips. The exact reaction she wanted to hear, right alongside the messy, excited look on her face. It was nearly enough for them to quit the booth altogether for a chance at another round. Almost. No way in hell was she gonna sneak off the when she gave her word for this.
Next time.
“What can I say cherie? I never do anything half way. Especially when it looks like that.” They teased. Reaching out Jeanne moved to smooth out any hair that she’d messed up by the rather messy and passionate moments her own cheeks looking a bit red, not from embarrassment but the quick rush of need. She was not usually one to hold back.
“Well cherie. If you like motorbikes, come find me later and I’ll be happy to take you for a ride.” She smoothed back, before finding their feet on the other side of the booth. The faux chef taking a moment to fix out the wrinkles and clean the lipstick off their face. She gave the woman one long, lingering look as she got distracted by a friend. Shaking their head with a smile before turning their attention to the crowd.
It was going to be a wild night.
If Jeanne was grinning before, there was something near feral in their smile when they pulled back and heard the sweetest whimper fall off Neriah’s lips. The exact reaction she wanted to hear, right alongside the messy, excited look on her face. It was nearly enough for them to quit the booth altogether for a chance at another round. Almost. No way in hell was she gonna sneak off the when she gave her word for this.
Next time.
“What can I say cherie? I never do anything half way. Especially when it looks like that.” They teased. Reaching out Jeanne moved to smooth out any hair that she’d messed up by the rather messy and passionate moments her own cheeks looking a bit red, not from embarrassment but the quick rush of need. She was not usually one to hold back.
“Well cherie. If you like motorbikes, come find me later and I’ll be happy to take you for a ride.” She smoothed back, before finding their feet on the other side of the booth. The faux chef taking a moment to fix out the wrinkles and clean the lipstick off their face. She gave the woman one long, lingering look as she got distracted by a friend. Shaking their head with a smile before turning their attention to the crowd.
It was going to be a wild night.
@ Willow
Thanasis kissed like he was looking for something. That if he just went long enough, deep enough, and pulled her under with him he might find it. Whatever he was looking for, he found it somewhere inbetween her grabbing and the slight part of her lips against his. He would never be able to make what it was, but he chased it all the same. A hunger for life that tasted like cherries and sin on her tongue.
“There’s a sweet girl for me huh?” He teased when he finally pulled back, but his hands still held firmly to her hips; kneading the thinly clothed flesh like an afterthought. He loved nothing more than watching her try to fight that blush back. To try and deny just how deeply he’d drank of her and of what he’d left behind. Him and his stupid little alien would be cavorting through her dreams for days. Just how he liked it.
“Oh you can’t go asking for forgiveness when we both know…” he leaned in again, nipping at the corner of her jaw. His voice dropping low in his chest as he growled, “That you’re not sorry for a second of this. Are you sister?”
And with that, parting memory, he let go of her hips. Though he never moved from sitting on the booth. He rather liked the spot. Leaning back on his hands, his eyes tracking every sway of her hips as she disappeared into the crowd.
“Damn, father forgive me for I’m going to be sinning again and again if all your girls blush like that.”
Thanasis kissed like he was looking for something. That if he just went long enough, deep enough, and pulled her under with him he might find it. Whatever he was looking for, he found it somewhere inbetween her grabbing and the slight part of her lips against his. He would never be able to make what it was, but he chased it all the same. A hunger for life that tasted like cherries and sin on her tongue.
“There’s a sweet girl for me huh?” He teased when he finally pulled back, but his hands still held firmly to her hips; kneading the thinly clothed flesh like an afterthought. He loved nothing more than watching her try to fight that blush back. To try and deny just how deeply he’d drank of her and of what he’d left behind. Him and his stupid little alien would be cavorting through her dreams for days. Just how he liked it.
“Oh you can’t go asking for forgiveness when we both know…” he leaned in again, nipping at the corner of her jaw. His voice dropping low in his chest as he growled, “That you’re not sorry for a second of this. Are you sister?”
And with that, parting memory, he let go of her hips. Though he never moved from sitting on the booth. He rather liked the spot. Leaning back on his hands, his eyes tracking every sway of her hips as she disappeared into the crowd.
“Damn, father forgive me for I’m going to be sinning again and again if all your girls blush like that.”
@ Amy Dixiton
Rowdy laughed, honestly laughed, when he was called a hooker. “It’s the oldest profession, right?” He glanced down the line at the others that were engaging in kisses. “And it still appears to be just as lucrative.” With her eyes on him, he guessed he was the one she had chosen as her kissing partner. He stepped to the front of the booth and reached out to pluck her ticket from between her breasts. “If you want to give me two tickets, I will give you two kisses. My number might be more costly.”
He put the ticket in the pocket of his pants and reached out to the girl playing hard to get. She wouldn’t lean in? Fine. Rowdy reached out and hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. When he felt her upper body flush with his, he leaned in and delivered the purchased kiss.
Like all of these kisses, it started slow, testing. He wasn’t sure what she liked, and he didn’t want to offend. He assumed, given her sass, she was a wild one and would enjoy a kiss designed to make her toes curl, but he would let her pull him in for a more intense kiss – should she wish that.
Rowdy laughed, honestly laughed, when he was called a hooker. “It’s the oldest profession, right?” He glanced down the line at the others that were engaging in kisses. “And it still appears to be just as lucrative.” With her eyes on him, he guessed he was the one she had chosen as her kissing partner. He stepped to the front of the booth and reached out to pluck her ticket from between her breasts. “If you want to give me two tickets, I will give you two kisses. My number might be more costly.”
He put the ticket in the pocket of his pants and reached out to the girl playing hard to get. She wouldn’t lean in? Fine. Rowdy reached out and hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. When he felt her upper body flush with his, he leaned in and delivered the purchased kiss.
Like all of these kisses, it started slow, testing. He wasn’t sure what she liked, and he didn’t want to offend. He assumed, given her sass, she was a wild one and would enjoy a kiss designed to make her toes curl, but he would let her pull him in for a more intense kiss – should she wish that.
@Rowdy Stevenson
Amy smirked at his remark, "Yeah? What's a girl gotta' do to get it?" she glanced over him, "Or...who?"
Her eyes watched as he walked around to greet her, grinning sensually as he pulled her close, her breathing hitching before humming as he delivered the kiss. Slow... But Amy didn't do slow. She whispered mid kiss and still on his lips "Kiss doesn't end until lips are parted, right?" she smirked and closed her eyes as her tongue travelled through her lips and into his, taking his tongue for her own. She gave a noise of delight as she battled with him, her hand raking through his hair, her other grazing her nails up his back. Her tongue mapped out his mouth, exploring all she could, and gripped those locks of hair to intensify it.
Since they were close, her leg began to slip up and rest on his hip, locking him in place for now until he declared the kiss over. Gods above, she hoped not. The way his tongue moved over hers earned noises of pleasure and encouragement, making sure to breathe through her nose for the kiss so it didn't end too soon.
Amy smirked at his remark, "Yeah? What's a girl gotta' do to get it?" she glanced over him, "Or...who?"
Her eyes watched as he walked around to greet her, grinning sensually as he pulled her close, her breathing hitching before humming as he delivered the kiss. Slow... But Amy didn't do slow. She whispered mid kiss and still on his lips "Kiss doesn't end until lips are parted, right?" she smirked and closed her eyes as her tongue travelled through her lips and into his, taking his tongue for her own. She gave a noise of delight as she battled with him, her hand raking through his hair, her other grazing her nails up his back. Her tongue mapped out his mouth, exploring all she could, and gripped those locks of hair to intensify it.
Since they were close, her leg began to slip up and rest on his hip, locking him in place for now until he declared the kiss over. Gods above, she hoped not. The way his tongue moved over hers earned noises of pleasure and encouragement, making sure to breathe through her nose for the kiss so it didn't end too soon.
@ Amy Dixiton
He snickered lightly when she hauled the kiss but didn’t remove her lips, “Right,” he said muffled against her lips before she damn near chocked him with her tongue. A battle of tongue was quite accurate as it was clear they were fighting for supremacy over the kiss. Rowdy wasn’t the type the backdown from a challenge and this girl was all challenge. He felt her nails in his hair and on his back and he gripped her a little tighter in his rough hands.
It was when her leg hooked around his hip to hold him against her that he started to wonder if this was getting too sensual. It wasn’t something Rowdy would normally care about at all. He would just do as he pleased and apologize for his actions later. But he didn’t want to damage the reputation of the kissing booth or get himself kicked out.
He didn’t end the kiss quickly – it went on for several minutes – neither of them willing to submit to the other. But eventually, the kiss did need to end. Rowdy was the one to pull back and end it. Only when the kiss ended did he realize he was holding her leg in place and his other arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her against him.
He cleared his throat as he loosened his grip on her. “Did I measure up to your expectation?” He was curious what her opinion was, not from ego, but she seemed like the type to run her mouth. If she liked the kiss, she might talk the booth up. If she didn’t, she was sure to talk shit and possibly hurt them.
He snickered lightly when she hauled the kiss but didn’t remove her lips, “Right,” he said muffled against her lips before she damn near chocked him with her tongue. A battle of tongue was quite accurate as it was clear they were fighting for supremacy over the kiss. Rowdy wasn’t the type the backdown from a challenge and this girl was all challenge. He felt her nails in his hair and on his back and he gripped her a little tighter in his rough hands.
It was when her leg hooked around his hip to hold him against her that he started to wonder if this was getting too sensual. It wasn’t something Rowdy would normally care about at all. He would just do as he pleased and apologize for his actions later. But he didn’t want to damage the reputation of the kissing booth or get himself kicked out.
He didn’t end the kiss quickly – it went on for several minutes – neither of them willing to submit to the other. But eventually, the kiss did need to end. Rowdy was the one to pull back and end it. Only when the kiss ended did he realize he was holding her leg in place and his other arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her against him.
He cleared his throat as he loosened his grip on her. “Did I measure up to your expectation?” He was curious what her opinion was, not from ego, but she seemed like the type to run her mouth. If she liked the kiss, she might talk the booth up. If she didn’t, she was sure to talk shit and possibly hurt them.
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