fic: (your kiss is) like whiskey (pretty little liars, emily/maya)
Title: (Your Kiss Is) Like Whiskey
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: Pretty Little Liars, Emily/Maya
Word Count: 259
Summary: Kissing Maya is nothing like kissing Alison.
You’re sitting there in your car in front of her house. You manage to pry your fingers off of the wheel and slide them along your thighs slowly. You’re clammy, and now it’s even worse because you’re thinking about it.
You know that she notices, but she doesn’t say anything. She’s too busy looking at you with this smile on her face. So now you’re blushing.
She tells you to relax while she shifts in the passenger seat, leaning towards you.
You meet her in the middle, over the console, breath hitching in your chest. Her eyes are already closed and you don’t know if you’ve ever seen anything more lovely.
You kiss her, and you feel like running a marathon and turning into jelly all at once. There’s a burning behind your lungs and you remember to exhale through your nose. It’s lips, sticky gloss, and a little bit of teeth, and then it’s over too soon.
Kissing Maya is nothing like kissing Alison. That’s the first thing that comes to mind, and you feel vaguely guilty even thinking of the past.
But Alison always took the lead.
Alison took.
And you gave so readily, you never even thought twice. She could wrap you so tightly around her finger that all you could do was ask for more.
But right now, Maya’s fingers are teasing the edges of your hair, and she’s waiting so patiently. You purse your lips together just so, and she looks like she wants to kiss you again.
Maya offers.
And you take it.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: Pretty Little Liars, Emily/Maya
Word Count: 259
Summary: Kissing Maya is nothing like kissing Alison.
You’re sitting there in your car in front of her house. You manage to pry your fingers off of the wheel and slide them along your thighs slowly. You’re clammy, and now it’s even worse because you’re thinking about it.
You know that she notices, but she doesn’t say anything. She’s too busy looking at you with this smile on her face. So now you’re blushing.
She tells you to relax while she shifts in the passenger seat, leaning towards you.
You meet her in the middle, over the console, breath hitching in your chest. Her eyes are already closed and you don’t know if you’ve ever seen anything more lovely.
You kiss her, and you feel like running a marathon and turning into jelly all at once. There’s a burning behind your lungs and you remember to exhale through your nose. It’s lips, sticky gloss, and a little bit of teeth, and then it’s over too soon.
Kissing Maya is nothing like kissing Alison. That’s the first thing that comes to mind, and you feel vaguely guilty even thinking of the past.
But Alison always took the lead.
Alison took.
And you gave so readily, you never even thought twice. She could wrap you so tightly around her finger that all you could do was ask for more.
But right now, Maya’s fingers are teasing the edges of your hair, and she’s waiting so patiently. You purse your lips together just so, and she looks like she wants to kiss you again.
Maya offers.
And you take it.