Drabbletag - Mates
Title: Bound By Bond
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Mates
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Kira/Malia
Rating: G
Word count: 250
“I don’t know how to describe it,” Malia says, looking frustrated.
Kira runs her fingers through Malia’s hair, brushes her fingertips over the frown lines between her eyebrows. For everything Malia’s been through, she’s more well-adjusted than she gives herself credit for, but she still gets angry at herself when she can’t find the right words.
Malia groans softly, pushes her face against Kira’s neck. “It just feels natural,” she mutters, voice muffled. “Being with you, it feels different to being with everyone else.”
Her lips press quick kisses against Kira’s bare shoulder.
“It’s your taste, your scent,” Malia tries to explain. “I don’t just sense it, I feel it, beneath my skin.”
Kira swallows, something warm spreading through her chest.
“Yeah, I get that,” she admits. “I mean, I know what you’re saying.”
“Trying to say,” Malia corrects her huffily. “I still suck at this.”
“No, you don’t,” Kira assures her. “It’s hard to put into words, because it’s beyond them, you know? It’s something deep, instinctive.”
Malia pulls back slowly, eyes studying her carefully.
“Being with you feels so right I can’t remember being without you,” Kira says with a soft sigh.
“Mates,” Malia murmurs, like the word is new on her tongue, or like she’s realising its meaning for the first time. “It’s like we’re mates.”
That warmth in Kira’s chest starts to throb happily.
“Yeah,” she whispers reverentially, lacing their hands together. “I think we are.”
Malia’s smile is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Mates
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Kira/Malia
Rating: G
Word count: 250
“I don’t know how to describe it,” Malia says, looking frustrated.
Kira runs her fingers through Malia’s hair, brushes her fingertips over the frown lines between her eyebrows. For everything Malia’s been through, she’s more well-adjusted than she gives herself credit for, but she still gets angry at herself when she can’t find the right words.
Malia groans softly, pushes her face against Kira’s neck. “It just feels natural,” she mutters, voice muffled. “Being with you, it feels different to being with everyone else.”
Her lips press quick kisses against Kira’s bare shoulder.
“It’s your taste, your scent,” Malia tries to explain. “I don’t just sense it, I feel it, beneath my skin.”
Kira swallows, something warm spreading through her chest.
“Yeah, I get that,” she admits. “I mean, I know what you’re saying.”
“Trying to say,” Malia corrects her huffily. “I still suck at this.”
“No, you don’t,” Kira assures her. “It’s hard to put into words, because it’s beyond them, you know? It’s something deep, instinctive.”
Malia pulls back slowly, eyes studying her carefully.
“Being with you feels so right I can’t remember being without you,” Kira says with a soft sigh.
“Mates,” Malia murmurs, like the word is new on her tongue, or like she’s realising its meaning for the first time. “It’s like we’re mates.”
That warmth in Kira’s chest starts to throb happily.
“Yeah,” she whispers reverentially, lacing their hands together. “I think we are.”
Malia’s smile is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.