@Fitzpatrick
Rayna caught the sound of his voice before she fully turned. It was crisp, measured, and just a touch too proper for the chaos of the fairground. Her lips curved immediately, a feline sort of smile finding its place as she looked him over. The man practically screamed diplomat, which meant he was either about to faint or surprise her. Either way, she was going to enjoy it.
Her hips swayed slightly as she leaned forward on the booth’s counter, one gloved hand extended to take the ticket he offered. The motion was languid, deliberate, and the way her green eyes sparkled beneath the lights hinted that she was already having fun. “That’s the general idea, sugar,” She said with a lilting amusement, twirling the ticket between her fingers. “You hand over the ticket, I work my magic, and you walk away wonderin’ what just happened.”
Her tone was teasing, but there was a warmth to it. It wasn’t mockery, it was more like she was testing how far she could push him before that polished exterior cracked. She tilted her head slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at her mouth. “But don’t worry, I don’t bite…” She paused, the sound dropping just a touch lower as she added with a wicked glint, “…unless you ask.”
One brow lifted, the playful challenge clear in her eyes as she leaned forward, mouth smiling but ready for the kiss while her eyes stayed that near electric green. “Now then, Mr. Manners. Are you ready to risk that reputation for a Halloween memory?”
Rayna caught the sound of his voice before she fully turned. It was crisp, measured, and just a touch too proper for the chaos of the fairground. Her lips curved immediately, a feline sort of smile finding its place as she looked him over. The man practically screamed diplomat, which meant he was either about to faint or surprise her. Either way, she was going to enjoy it.
Her hips swayed slightly as she leaned forward on the booth’s counter, one gloved hand extended to take the ticket he offered. The motion was languid, deliberate, and the way her green eyes sparkled beneath the lights hinted that she was already having fun. “That’s the general idea, sugar,” She said with a lilting amusement, twirling the ticket between her fingers. “You hand over the ticket, I work my magic, and you walk away wonderin’ what just happened.”
Her tone was teasing, but there was a warmth to it. It wasn’t mockery, it was more like she was testing how far she could push him before that polished exterior cracked. She tilted her head slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at her mouth. “But don’t worry, I don’t bite…” She paused, the sound dropping just a touch lower as she added with a wicked glint, “…unless you ask.”
One brow lifted, the playful challenge clear in her eyes as she leaned forward, mouth smiling but ready for the kiss while her eyes stayed that near electric green. “Now then, Mr. Manners. Are you ready to risk that reputation for a Halloween memory?”
Fitzpatrick, feeling the light buzz of the alcohol blazing through his bloodstream toying with his judgement. He hadn’t approached the kissing booth with expectations of anything more than a passive kiss between strangers, but the way she toyed with him. The use of the word ‘sugar’ as a pet name implied a flirtation because it was clear this woman was not southern. He started to feel a little awkward as she took the ticket from him.
Humor was used to make him feel more relaxed, though Fitzpatrick wasn’t normally the type that enjoyed being teased. Dominant wasn’t the right word. Control sounded too harsh. Confident seemed too arrogant. He liked what he liked, and this was certainly a change from what he normally entertained. But then she said something that caught his attention – she wouldn’t bite unless asked for? Pity.
He leaned in closer to her smiling lips but paused before they touched. “Mr. Manners? You might want to take that back,” he whispered against her lips, “I bite even without permission.” He closed the whisper of the gap between them and kissed her as a proper gentleman should…for about three seconds. His teeth grazed her lower lip, catching it briefly before he released it to see how she would react.
Humor was used to make him feel more relaxed, though Fitzpatrick wasn’t normally the type that enjoyed being teased. Dominant wasn’t the right word. Control sounded too harsh. Confident seemed too arrogant. He liked what he liked, and this was certainly a change from what he normally entertained. But then she said something that caught his attention – she wouldn’t bite unless asked for? Pity.
He leaned in closer to her smiling lips but paused before they touched. “Mr. Manners? You might want to take that back,” he whispered against her lips, “I bite even without permission.” He closed the whisper of the gap between them and kissed her as a proper gentleman should…for about three seconds. His teeth grazed her lower lip, catching it briefly before he released it to see how she would react.
@ Aubree
Jeanne's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as Aubree stole the moment and went in for the kiss first. Her hand yanking in the chef and quickly smothering out the sudden gasp of shock that nearly left them. The sudden taste of sugar and lipgloss filling their senses and all she could do was grin into the kiss. Working in a hungry pattern to try and take back the lead that the barbie had stolen from her. It was the type of kiss that felt messy and reminded them of their first kiss in high school. A mix of innocent exploration and a desire that was always left unsatisfied.
And unsatisfied they were as they finally broke apart. Not because it was bad, but because Aubree kissed like she could breath life back into the moment and Jeanne wanted that feeling to last even a second longer. Her chest rising in quick breathes and lipstick was smeared over their lips like war paint and a memory both. The faux-chef was stunlocked and speechless for a moment as they stared at Aubree. It had been a very long time since a lady had knocked their socks off like that, and if they weren't in the middle of a kissing booth, Jeanne would have pulled her in for a second one.
"Yea that's...merde..." Jeanne swore, staring after Aubree as she sauntered off with a confidence that told Jeanne, she knew exactly how good she was. It was enough to leave their grey eyes trailing after her for minutes longer than Jeanne would ever confess to, still covered in pink lipstick and the scent of something more.
Shaking her head, Jeanne pulled out a fresh cigarette and quickly lit it with an old, worn lighter; the flame illuminating the carved cheeks and the bags under their eyes. With a puff of smoke that soothed over the frazzled and wanting nerves, Jeanne hung their head and gave a low sigh; letting the nicotine be the after care of such a wild woman. A slow, dizzy smile resting on their face again as they muttered to themselves, "What a woman huh."
Jeanne's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as Aubree stole the moment and went in for the kiss first. Her hand yanking in the chef and quickly smothering out the sudden gasp of shock that nearly left them. The sudden taste of sugar and lipgloss filling their senses and all she could do was grin into the kiss. Working in a hungry pattern to try and take back the lead that the barbie had stolen from her. It was the type of kiss that felt messy and reminded them of their first kiss in high school. A mix of innocent exploration and a desire that was always left unsatisfied.
And unsatisfied they were as they finally broke apart. Not because it was bad, but because Aubree kissed like she could breath life back into the moment and Jeanne wanted that feeling to last even a second longer. Her chest rising in quick breathes and lipstick was smeared over their lips like war paint and a memory both. The faux-chef was stunlocked and speechless for a moment as they stared at Aubree. It had been a very long time since a lady had knocked their socks off like that, and if they weren't in the middle of a kissing booth, Jeanne would have pulled her in for a second one.
"Yea that's...merde..." Jeanne swore, staring after Aubree as she sauntered off with a confidence that told Jeanne, she knew exactly how good she was. It was enough to leave their grey eyes trailing after her for minutes longer than Jeanne would ever confess to, still covered in pink lipstick and the scent of something more.
Shaking her head, Jeanne pulled out a fresh cigarette and quickly lit it with an old, worn lighter; the flame illuminating the carved cheeks and the bags under their eyes. With a puff of smoke that soothed over the frazzled and wanting nerves, Jeanne hung their head and gave a low sigh; letting the nicotine be the after care of such a wild woman. A slow, dizzy smile resting on their face again as they muttered to themselves, "What a woman huh."
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