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[centurybaby]

seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[glassbox]

[ she keeps being difficult, obviously not appreciating the attempt at moving her aside, because she makes a point of brushing him off and glaring at him in the dark. ]

It ain't gonna work. [ pointedly: ] I can't even open the damn thing.

[fronttowardenemy]

[ He stubbornly tries to kick the door anyway, though it gives him nothing. He scowls, turning his glare back on her. ]

Then what do you want to do about it?

[glassbox]

[ she rolls her eyes lightly, just because she can't help being catty about it, but gestures at him impatiently, crooking her finger. ]

C'mere.

[fronttowardenemy]

What?

[ he comes as she beckons anyway, but he's stubborn about it. ]

[glassbox]

[ she huffs out a little testy exhale, but for once, she doesn't make a big scene of it, just reaching to grasp his face with her hands, holding him still so she can lean and kiss him. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Ah.

Frank doesn't fight it, but he's not very responsive either. He's tensed for a moment before he gives in, just letting his hands rest on her hips. ]

[glassbox]

[ it doesn't seem to deter her -- and maybe that says something about her past relationships, that she's used to the passivity, the relative disinterest. she leads until she tilts her head away just slightly to speak, her tone just a little wry when she makes the jab: ]

Y'kiss like my husband, an' he don't even like real women anymore.

[fronttowardenemy]

[ He's not sure what qualified as not being 'real women', but that's a minor detail at this point. ]

Ex-husband then. [ Important clarification as he's murmuring against her lips. ]

[glassbox]

[ she makes this little exhaling noise in the minute space between their mouths that might have been a scoff with a little more effort and a little more room to breathe. ]

Might as well be. 'Cept he's a goddamn coward.

[fronttowardenemy]

Hn.

[ It's a neutral sound, betraying little -- but the way his hands tighten on her hips give away much more. He shifts closer, and he deepens the kiss suddenly, pressing his tongue past her lips. ]

[glassbox]

[ it shuts her up. that's something to be said. it shuts her up and it surprises her -- enough that there's a half-beat before she responds, because it's been so long since a man's kissed her that way.

lil kisses back bruisingly hard, with just a hint of teeth, her hands shifting back into his hair where her fingers grip just tightly enough. ]

she's blond in that icon and i have conflicting feelings

[fronttowardenemy]

[ He shouldn't have indulged this, in any way, but he's stuck here now and breaking it off would be stupid. Getting a woman like her pissed in such a small space wouldn't end well for either of them.

The excuse is flimsy.

If it's just placating, then why does he not just reciprocate, but escalate? A low, rumbling sort of moan comes from his chest when she grabs his hair, and his hand sliding up the curve of her spine to press between her shoulder blades and draw her closer. He pulls back, just enough to catch her lower lip between his teeth with gentle pressure. ]

i wish i had an afro icon now tbh

[glassbox]

[ it's awful, really, how she's suddenly aware of how good it feels to her, even just to be kissed back and touched -- she feels like she's been starved of it for years. it does terrible things to what little control she already has over herself. his teeth catching on her lip, the way she can just feel it enough, her unsteady exhale in response --

her grip in his hair tightens, and she pulls, forcing slight space between their mouths. it's low and breathless when she finally amends: ]

I take it back. Y'don't kiss like my husband.

[fronttowardenemy]

Then don't talk about him.

[ It's not jealousy or anything petty that makes him say so, but the fact that it's too intimate for her to think about this like that. For her to kiss him is one thing, but kissing him and comparing him to someone else is a dangerous trail of thought.

Either way, he doesn't give her the option of speaking twice. His hand buries into her hair, pulling her close again, the kiss a mixture of tongue and teeth. ]

[glassbox]

[ it's really too bad that she's so prone to dangerous trails of thought -- a side-effect of being nigh invincible most of the time -- and it's worse, maybe, that she feels every little thing so viscerally. it makes her so much more likely to go with reflex than logic, which is dangerous in and of itself because she really should think this through, but --

it's hard to think about much of anything (even madison) when he's got his hand in her hair, kissing her with a rough edge she can feel. she exhales a syllable against his mouth that might be his name before kissing back, giving as good as she gets or more because it's always more with lil, harder, her tongue against his, her teeth a little mean when they catch on his lips. ]