Drabbletag - Green
Title: The Grass Is Always Greener
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Green
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Allison/Kira
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Set during Season Three
Kira’s hands push down on Allison’s shoulders, her smile bright and sunny, hair tickling Allison’s cheek. Kira’s reflexes seem to be getting sharper everyday, falling into the role she was born to play. It’s getting harder for Allison to keep up, but that’s fine - she’s always liked a challenge.
She gets her legs up around Kira’s waist, throws her to the side, and Kira goes giggling, landing in the soft grass.
The laughter feels so right against Allison’s lips, a ticklish buzz that makes her crave more.
She feels Kira’s muscles tense as Allison pulls back, and she’s expecting Kira to roll them, already bracing herself for it. But Kira surges up instead, pulls Allison back down into a kiss that’s hard yet sweet. Firm pressure of Kira’s mouth, the gentler touch of her fingers at Allison’s neck, and Allison shivers and kisses back with everything she has.
There’s a flush on Kira’s face when they part again, her eyes closed, her smile serene. Her dark hair spills out across the vivid green of the grass, and when she opens her eyes they flash amber.
“I like our training sessions,” she says, voice a little shy, hand settling on Allison’s hip.
“Me too,” Allison grins, and then she’s flicking Kira right between the eyes, already jumping to her feet as Kira yelps. “Let’s go again.”
Kira will have her on her back in the grass again in no time. Allison doesn’t mind at all; the grass-stains are worth it.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Green
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Allison/Kira
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Set during Season Three
Kira’s hands push down on Allison’s shoulders, her smile bright and sunny, hair tickling Allison’s cheek. Kira’s reflexes seem to be getting sharper everyday, falling into the role she was born to play. It’s getting harder for Allison to keep up, but that’s fine - she’s always liked a challenge.
She gets her legs up around Kira’s waist, throws her to the side, and Kira goes giggling, landing in the soft grass.
The laughter feels so right against Allison’s lips, a ticklish buzz that makes her crave more.
She feels Kira’s muscles tense as Allison pulls back, and she’s expecting Kira to roll them, already bracing herself for it. But Kira surges up instead, pulls Allison back down into a kiss that’s hard yet sweet. Firm pressure of Kira’s mouth, the gentler touch of her fingers at Allison’s neck, and Allison shivers and kisses back with everything she has.
There’s a flush on Kira’s face when they part again, her eyes closed, her smile serene. Her dark hair spills out across the vivid green of the grass, and when she opens her eyes they flash amber.
“I like our training sessions,” she says, voice a little shy, hand settling on Allison’s hip.
“Me too,” Allison grins, and then she’s flicking Kira right between the eyes, already jumping to her feet as Kira yelps. “Let’s go again.”
Kira will have her on her back in the grass again in no time. Allison doesn’t mind at all; the grass-stains are worth it.