What if we kissed on the race car bed

[marajaded]

kissing. that's it, that's the meme.

ONE: comment with your character and preferences.
TWO: you're kissing.
THREE: reply to others.
FOUR: no, seriously, they're kissing.
FIVE: whether there's backstory behind it, whether this has been building-building-BUILDING up or you've just met or you've been cursed by the universal, non-season specific hanging festive object of your choice and you can't escape until you smooch OR you literally just tripped into somebody's lips, if doesn't matter. btw it doesn't have to be on the mouth. live your best creative life.
SIX: it's a thing. it's happening. so you probably better let the people in the back know if you want assumed CR, gentle kisses on the forehead only, if you prefer gen/platonic kisses for the kids, crack threads, frenching, one-sided or misunderstood intentions and mistaken identities, whatevs.
SEVEN: kissin'. kiss kiss fall in love motherf-

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[huntrix]

That you want to be free.

[ be free with me. effortless, soaring. they can be who they want, they can do this in the light of day instead of the cover of darkness. they won't need to tuck themselves into small corners, unseen. ]

Please. I want you to have that.

[sajaboys]

I want it as much as you do. Trust me.

And I want to be with you just as freely.

[ he longs, even after just separating, for more of the same from her lips. a distraction from the matter at hand, of the dilemma that looms over them both. the darkness, indeed, they must live with and live in for the time being. ]

But it feels... wrong.

Wrong to promise you anything more than this, in the here and now.

[ whatever this is. ]

[huntrix]

[ promises are hard. she gets that. she's broken a few herself, trying to dodge the patterns. what she was born with. what she never got to choose. is it unfair that she's forcing a choice on jinu in this way.

she feels — she feels ready to break free. ]

. . . Okay. I'll stop asking.

[sajaboys]

You don't have to stop.

It feels good. To see someone hope.

[ he attempts a bittersweet smile, sober as he remains to the reality of his condition. how loyal he must remain to gwi-ma's influence, no matter what he tries to do in secret. ]

I'm ashamed I can't tell you want you want to hear.

But I love what listening to you does for me.

[ almost as much, perhaps, as what he soon does, searching for her lips once more. losing himself in them, shutting his eyes as he deepens the kiss. cherishes it, tender despite his yearning. despite the force they've both mustered against each other in past skirmishes, ever the hunter and demon. ]

[huntrix]

[ rumi slides her arms around his neck, holding him close. she can taste salt on her own lips. had she been crying? or was it just the memory of tears slowly melting away. rumi listens to the sound of his voice, the feel of his lips against hers and of course, his heart, pressed up against hers. ]