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[flair]

Title: kisses, pt 1
Characters: Ferid Báthory, Isaac McDougal; Inigo, Mozu; Angel, Chitoge Kirisaki; Aligula, Ginti, Decim; Katniss Everdeen, Aligula; Ferid Báthory, Inigo; Aligula, Inigo, Ferid Báthory
Rating: G to PG-14 for implied situations

kisses from here)

i. isaac/ferid - wake up kisses pressed gently to the column of A’s neck or the underside of B’s jaw
"Good morning," Ferid practically purrs, fitted snugly against Isaac's side; the latter mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like 'It's four in the morning I went to bed half an hour ago let me sleep' and Ferid chuckles, tilting his head up to press a kiss to Isaac's throat. "I'm aware, and never. If I'm awake, you get to be awake, too. Isn't that what our vows said?"

"We haven't taken our—vows? What vows?"

Ferid shakes his head briefly, murmuring, "I'm only teasing, treasure," before he presses ever closer, feels Isaac's pulse against his lips; it's steadily quickening as he wakes, muscles tensing and relaxing under his fingertips, and he revels in the way Isaac's body responds to the lightest of pressures.

ii. inigo/mozu - morning kisses; gentle and lazy, humming in contentment, limbs still tangled together, hands wandering over soft exposed skin
"But soft," Inigo murmurs, watching Mozu stretch as she wakes, "what light from yonder window breaks? It is the east, and my sweet buttercup is the sun."

The effect is immediate; she falls back down into bed, face red, and Inigo pulls her close again, trailing his hand down her spine. She pinches his shoulder, nose crinkled in that cute way it does when she's been sufficiently embarrassed by his habit of quoting romantic play lines. "Inigo—"

"I couldn't help it." He nuzzles her neck, dragging his nose up the column of her throat until he—can get kissed, Mozu taking the lead the moment he's looking at her. He grins against her lips involuntarily, pulling away to lick his lips and calm down his ever-happy heart so he can return it properly.

iii. angel/chitoge - stay in bed kisses, mischievous and deep, punctuating flirtatiously whispered bargaining words
It's one kiss to open her eyes and two kisses to wake her up, but Chitoge has to pay three before Angel even considers the idea of untangling their legs. Not that either of them mind the growing costs (for once), giggling every time a business deal falls through. Both of them have class, but neither of them care.

Even if they probably should? "We've both been tardy too many times," Angel whispers, running her hands through Chitoge's long hair, and Chitoge hums for a moment as if she's actually thinking about it before she returns to pecking her on the lips, the cheeks, her ears. Angel squirms—"Chitoge, I'm serious!"—and laughs when Chitoge points out she started it.

Yeah, she. She did, didn't she. She oofs when Chitoge straddles her, thighs snug around her waist, and whispers that if Angel can steal three more kisses from her, she'll let her up and they'll get ready to go. Angel licks her lips, then sits up as best she can, wrapping her arms around Chitoge so she can't escape and giggling as she tries to catch her mouth proper instead of the corner or somewhere else on her body.

(Though kissing her neck turns out to be a very good way to getting her to kiss her back.)

iv. aligula/ginti(, feat: decim) - cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains
It's hard not to look at the distinctive red mark on Ginti's cheek; it's equally as hard not to watch his assistant (re?)apply a tube of the same vibrant color to her lips, looking far too pleased for the irritation simmering tangibly in the air. It's all very Interesting, very Fascinating, and honestly, Decim doesn't even need to say anything.

After enough glancing between them, Ginti's fist slamming on the bar and his snap to make them some drinks tells him all he really needs to know. He isn't sure he understands, exactly, but he knows, and when Aligula gives her order (a stoli raz cosmo, dark pink and too sweet; something he catches Ginti's eyes narrowing at) he steps aside to make it. He doesn't realize anything different's going on with his face until it's pointed out either; and of course it's Aligula to do it, legs folded under her and her finger swirling in the air at him.

He's really cute with a smile, she mentions, and out of the corner of his eye he sees her turn to Ginti and study his mood before she decides she's still in the clear and asks why he can't do that. Juri'd been cute with one, he'd definitely look good with one, too.

He doesn't hear Ginti's answer, but it's one that Aligula puckers her lips at and turns away; she's displeased, he's fairly certain, and Ginti's face reads similarly frustrated. It's different than usual, a frustration he's only seen once or twice prior to the incident that left a number of vague feelings and holes in his memory and that he's seen more since, especially when it comes to the girl sipping smartly at the drink he pours for her. Ginti's eyes don't leave her too often, and Decim wonders if he realizes he looks at her as much as he does.

Evidently so, by the way he starts and starts again when he asks, and Aligula's next sip is a little too quick, a little too sharp. Ginti's reaction is the same when he follows it up with a question about the red stain on his cheek, and Aligula grins as she makes the same red stain around the lip of her glass and sets it in front of them both.

v. katniss/aligula - sticky ice cream kisses, sitting on a bench in the park and laughing against each other’s lips
Aligula draws away after a moment, fingers curled daintily around her cone, and when Katniss finally looks at her she shrugs and taps her lips. "It's a waste, Katniss."

"I was going to get it myself," she replies, voice unsteady, and Aligula pouts for about half a second before she's grinning again.

"But it's more fun like this, right?"

She has a point; it's more fun, if more embarrassing (public displays of affection in actual public and not just around their friends still makes her skin prickle in a way she's not sure if she entirely likes), and Katniss lets her scoot closer and kiss her again—she kisses back this time, feeling her giggle against her lips.

vi. ferid/inigo - kisses absently left on the backs of hands, fingers entwined in silent comfort
He finds him sitting behind freshly-painted scenery, script clutched tightly in one hand and the other gripping his hair. It's a sorry sight for their new leading man, but Ferid sits quietly instead of making mention; he probably knows, going by the half-hidden expression on his face. It doesn't quite go away either when Inigo smiles at him, forcing his fingers to loosen from his locks, and Ferid slowly takes his hand and pulls it down between them, pressing their palms together.

"You'll do wonderfully," he murmurs, and Inigo laughs in the way that says I know but that doesn't help, and Ferid tilts his head against his. "I never took you for having stage fright, Inigo."

"I don't like being stared at." A poor quality for someone like him, and he's aware of it. "Whenever I think about all those people watching, I freeze up. I'm not even sure why they gave me the role—I wasn't the only understudy."

But he was the best, and Ferid refrains from mentioning that... or that he'd tipped the scales a little because he'd wanted to act alongside him. He just ghosts kisses over the knuckles of his fingers, enjoying the way Inigo's grip tightens in his, and replies, "Pretend the only people watching you are the ones in front of you, and you'll have no trouble at all. The audience doesn't matter."

vii. aligula/inigo(, feat: older brother ferid) - soft goodnight kisses exchanged on lamp-lit doorsteps on chilly autumn evenings
"I had a really good time! Like, totally one of the best," Aligula says, hopping up the steps to her apartment, tugging him along by their held hands; Inigo follows without hesitance, smiling wide when she stops at her door and twirls to face him. Her energy's always been one of his favorite things—her smile is at the top of that list, how brilliantly bright it can get—and he squeezes her hand.

"Me too, but it'd be a challenge not to have an amazing time with an amazing girl like you."

Aligula laughs, the redness in her face undoubtedly because of the weather and not because of his words—he'd learned a while ago she just didn't blush, or she at least didn't blush easily, it was no fault of his own—and he almost doesn't catch her stepping closer, hand leaving his to travel up his arm and join her other behind his neck. Inigo swallows hard, settling one hand on the small of her back and the other against her cheek, and when she nuzzles the palm of his hand he leans closer.

She stops when their lips meet, a breath held between them, but it doesn't take her long to return it, arms tightening. He pushes his hand into her hair, fingers curling at the back of her head, and the minutes slip into hours as they stand there, warmed each other's company. The only reason they pull apart is because of the door opening beside them, Ferid's chuckling at the sight of them ruining the mood, and Aligula shoots him a glare before she gives Inigo another peck on the lips and slowly leaves him, fingers trailing down his arms and catching on his in one last effort to stay together before she's stepping under Ferid's arm and inside her apartment.

Inigo steps back and nods to Ferid, waiting for the door to close before he sighs and presses a hand to his heart, turning to leave.