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Pomni'd always thought that a mating bite would be an aggressive thing. But when Jax bites down against her, it's so gentle that it makes her sob.
Her teeth dig in and Pomni is an overripe peach in her mouth, flesh soft and yielding. The blood that seeps from the wound is warm and heady with her scent and Jax is greedy for it.
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When Kaufmo clocks out, he always smells like popcorn.
It's not a bad thing, not really. And it's also definitely not something Pomni's become overly aware of, from all the times he's joined her and Jax at the arcade after their shifts, from the times when she trails after the both of them to their apartment to watch a movie on their sinking couch before she goes home, from the sparse few occasions where she meets up with him without anyone else around—like now.
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Tonight, Jax is determined to take her sweet time.
Her lips follow a lazy track down the front of her girlfriend's face, ending their journey by hovering close enough to her mouth that she can feel Pomni's shuddering exhale. There's a beat where they're still separate entities — astral bodies orbiting one another — and then, as stunning as it is every time, collision.
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|| SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 9 ||
They've kissed a million times before. Shy ones, mouths brushing fleeting and unsure before pulling apart with either nervous laughter or flustered glances away. Saccharine like this was the least common, and all the better for it, all sticky sweet and cloying, like words weren't enough, like the act wasn't enough, like they were trying to get the other to understand just how they felt through kisses that lingered long after they'd pulled apart.
She thinks she could kiss Jax like this forever, if he let her.
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This is pathetic. That's the only thing on Jax's mind -- an endless loop boring into the soft meat between his ears. Thisispatheticthisispatheticthisispathetic. The inescapable barrage of self deprecation doesn't exactly stop him, though.
He's still here, hand still twisting the knob to Pomni's bedroom, shoulder still nudging the door open enough for him to slip inside.
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this spiraled from indulgent fluff into fluff and smut, sorry