Black Kisses

Black Kisses *6*

"Hot damn!" Sam whistled as Fern opened her door the day of the "union".

Fern giggled, embarrased. She was wearing a tight, strapless cotton black dress that was knee-length. Her hair was straightened and she was wearing a little less eyeliner than usual.

While Sam was staring at her, he couldn't believe he'd almost let Maya talk her into believing he still thought of Fern as JUST a friend. He was almost salivating just at the sight of her.

Fern was so turned on by the sight of Sam in front of her, with his handsome boyish face and tousled, messy hair. He was wearing a black Abercrombie muscle tee and baggy jeans with Vans.

"You are a sexy beast," she told him as he kissed her on the cheek.

Jane coughed loudly. She was pretty angry watching how in love Sam was with Fern.

Well...even she had to admit Fern didn't look as punk-gangster-y as usual. And as long as there were no signs of that damned tattoo...

"Come in," Fern said. Sam grinned and stepped in, standing next to her and holding her hand.

"Hi, baby," Ethan cooed at Fern. Ethan had gone through a Gothic phase at age 15. He and Fern just clicked. Fern smiled and gave Ethan a hug.

"Hey, Ethan," she said.

All the parents met up and talked in the living room. Sam snuggled on the couch with Fern in the family room.

"You look so f*** ing beautiful," Sam told her, kissing her cheek. God, he loved her.

"I love you," she told him, echoing his thoughts.

"I want to kiss you. Now." Sam moved in on Fern, touching her lips with his.

"You got your wish. And for showing me so much love, I may just let you see my tattoo lay-tah," she murmured against his lips.

"Can lay-tah be now?" Sam begged, gently licking her teeth.

As Fern was about to answer, the door opened and Maya marched in.

The "union" had started.