chris alonso oneshots

short pecks [ ❥ ]

She presses her lips to yours softly, one hand coming to rest on the back of your head to keep you close to her. After a beat she draws away, and just as your lips are forming to a pout she leans back in to kiss you again - and this time, you can feel the curve of her smile against your lips.

The bedsprings squeak as Chris leans more of her weight onto the bed, pressing her hand against the mattress to steady herself as she hovers above you. She weaves her fingers into your hair and tugs on them ever so slightly as she pulls away from you again, chuckling as she ducks back in to kiss you again.

You frown against her lips, groaning as you pull away from her and shove at her chest lightly. "Oh, fuck off."

"What happened to five more minutes?" She asks with a grin as she leans into you, keeping her hand on the back of your head and combing through your hair gently as you sink back against the pillows and press the heels of your palm into your eyes to try and will away the sleep in them.

"That was before you pissed me off." You grumble, reaching to pull the sheets back up over yourself from when Chris had pushed them down when her alarm had beckoned her up for the day and away from you. "Now go. Try not to get shot."

"As you wish, mi vida." She says, ducking down to press a quick kiss to your scrunched up nose as she stands up with a grin. "Hey, and maybe if I come home in a good mood, you might get a proper kiss after all."