Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

There's Not One Inch of Your Skin I am Not Crazy For

They lay nestled in the comfort of their bed. Lisa snuggled into Roseanne, who with one hand tenderly traced circles on her back, her fingers dancing lightly across her skin. He let out a contented sigh, basking in the warmth of the moment. But then, he got an idea. Slowly, he began to place soft kisses on Roseanne's collarbone. She giggled at her soft, gentle kisses and returned some of her own, tracing her lips along her jaw.

Lisa pulled away with a playful frown. "I'm the one working here! Find your own meal."

Roseanne laughs, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she pushes Lisa on her back and leans in for a few more kisses, her mouth slightly less gentle but still playful. Her hands trail down the once foreign lands of her body. She was built for fighting, but there was a tenderness and grace to her too. Roseanne looked into her piercing gray eyes. He looked happy, content, peaceful.

She took a gentle hold of Lisa's face and smiled at her. She leaned in and kissed her again, this time not holding back at all; she kissed her like she was devouring her, like she was craving her with every fiber of her being. She kisses down Lisa's neck and runs her hands softly down her body. her scars and muscles flex underneath her hands, and she smiles to herself as he leans into her touch.

"I was the one doing the kissing. You are stealing my job," he pouted, "does the 'I got here first' law have no weight?"

"I'm afraid it has no jurisdiction in this case," she replied teasingly, "but I guess I can compensate you."

"I love them."

She reached her hand out and traced her top surgery scars with gentleness. Roseanne looked at her, and there was only love and adoration on her face. The scars didn't matter, not even a tiny bit. They were just something that was part of Lisa, and part of her story.

Lisa watched Roseanne's kisses trail down her chest, her lips brushing over her scars. It was like she was kissing over each one, telling her that she loved every part of her body. Her lips made her feel so comfortable and loved. She kissed her right over her beating heart.

"You love what? My ghost tits?" she raised her eyebrow and she chuckled as she kissed her eyebrow.

"I love all of you," she replied in a serious tone, "Every part of you is mine and the scars are part of the man I love." She kisses one of her scars again gently. "Even if you're being a complete dork right now by making shitty jokes and ruining the moment."

"The cutest woman I have ever seen is sitting on my lap and making me all mushy, I'm allowed to throw a joke or two if I'm nervous."

"And the cutest man I have ever seen is lying under me, letting me fawn over her and her gorgeous body. How am I meant to resist your charms when you're so cute and flustered?"

"I'm a tough cookie," Lisa replied. "I'm not flustered at all."

"Maybe. But right now you are the most adorable guy in the entire world, and you're right under me. Do you realize how incredibly lucky I feel right now?"

"Why don't you show me?"

Her heart melted. She leaned down to kiss her again, and with a gentle touch, she traced the side of her face. "I could spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love all of you. Your body, your scars, your cute little dimples that show up when you smile, the way you kiss... I love all of it."

Roseanne kissed every inch of her muscular, toned skin. She felt it shiver and twitch under her lips as it was touched. Her lips went on a tour, kissing her strong biceps, then her flat chest and lower on her hard abs. It's not quite clear where she's headed for, but she seems focused and determined to get there. She worshiped every inch she could reach, kissing each part as if she was a starLisang person and Lisa's body was her meal.