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3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.
The sky above your heads is an endless trail of stars, pinpricks of light like small holes in the universe to let in light.
The fire is dying slowly, smoke curling lazily up into the air as the flames wane into ashes. The nights in the desert get cooler than you’d ever expect.
“You wanna hand me that water, sweetheart?” Nicholas asks.
You don’t respond to him except to tip your chin up and away.
“Oh, I’m still getting the silent treatment?”
Not a word from you.
He sighs heavily, heaving himself up and wandering towards you. The canteen is beside you. If you were feeling worse, you’d swipe it away from him.
When he grabs it, his big hand comes into sight, and then he ducks his head a little to catch your eyes.
“What do I gotta do to get out of the doghouse?” He asks and he softens his voice a little, sweetens it.
When you turn away from him again, he moves to sit beside you. You move to stand and he snags you quick, “aw, c'mon,” he croons, low and soft, getting his broad hands around your waist, squeezing a little to keep you in place. “What do I got to do, honey?”
“Let me make my own damn decisions.” You snap, squirming in his hold.
It doesn’t take much for him to heft you into his lap so you really can’t get away. You’re facing him, pushing against his chest fitfully. It does nothing; like a kitten trying to wriggle away.
“You were being reckless,” he responds.
“You were being overprotective.”
“So I’m in the doghouse now?” He asks, but he’s nudging his nose into your jaw, down into your neck where you can feel the rasp of his stubble. You know what he’s trying to do—you know he’s trying to butter you up.
“Yes. Now, down boy—” you push at him again but he doesn’t relent.
In fact, you can feel his smile against your pulse. You can feel the brush of his lips. A flash of teeth.
“I’m not apologizing for saving your ass.” He tells you.
“Then I’m not talking to you.” You reply stubbornly, even as you begin to melt into his big hands, kneading gently at your waist. His lips are warm against your throat. One of your hands tangles in the dark hair at the nape of his neck.
“There’s plenty we can do without talking.” He murmurs low and hot beneath your ear.
“Bastard,” you curse, but it comes out more of a hiss, a little too breathy.
He lifts his face a little, nose brushing against yours. “Kiss me,” he demands softly, dark eyes lidded and warm with his longing. The fan of his lashes tickles your cheeks.
You sink down into him and kiss him hard. You kiss him deep. Slow. You pull at his hair, perhaps a little meanly, perhaps just to spite him and the blossom of desire he stokes in you.
The kiss is open mouthed, dirtier than you’re prepared for.
You squirm for entirely different reasons now.
“I’m still mad at you,” you manage to murmur between slow, slick passes of your lips.
“Uh huh,” Nicholas hums, hitching your hips tighter to his, smile crooked against your mouth, “you can stay mad at me, sweetheart.”
When he kisses you again, it drags a soft, high sound out from somewhere deep within you. A sweet keen into the night.
Against your mouth, he murmurs, lips still hitched at the corners;
“You can stay mad at me all you want—I’ll make it up to you.”
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thank you for the request!! made me want to write more of him fjsklfkd
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