One shots

Gay Pride Protest~ Marlie

{More Marlie cause I'm a lil
bitch~ Lex}

I don't know what I was expecting when we turned the corner of the street, but it definitely wasn't a group of angry humans. People were crowded on the side of the street. Yelling, holding up signs, scaring people.

The authorities seemed to be trying to contain them. In my opinion they weren't doing a very good job. I turn my head to Matteuze, my heart skipping at how beautiful he is. But worry soon took it's place as I recognized the emotion of anger so uncharacteristically placed on his features.

"Matteuze, what's wrong? Why do you look so angry?" Matteuze takes a deep breath before turning to me.

"Can you not read the signs?" He asks, I detect pain in his tone. I gaze over at the crowd of people, trying to take in the signs all waving about.

"Why are they all so angry? I don't understand." I say. Matteuze shakes his head.

I froze. Matteuze had grabbed me by the collar and bent down so our mouths crushed together. His lips catche against mine a little roughly, his jaw nudging mine every now and then. My senses are almost too much to bear. My head racing with thoughts.

Matteuze lays one hand on my hip as the other goes to gently card his fingers through my hair. His gentle movements snap me out of my stupor and the realization dawns on me that I should be participating.

I go off on, oh, what do the humans call it, instinct? Yeah, that sounds right. I go off on instinct, not quite understanding this strange ritual. My hands make their way around Matteuze, one hand on his chest whilst the other cups the back of his neck.

His chapped lips catch against mine and it's not unpleasant at all. We stand there for what seemed like hours, just moving our mouths together. Matteuze gently tugged on my hair causing me to gasp, I could feel him smiling against my lips as he nibbles slightly on my bottom lip before slowly pulling away.

The sounds of anger and hate had been blocked off my Matteuzes lips. But now the people around us only seemed to have intensified with their anger. Shouting strange words at us that seem almost foul. I turn my attention back to Matteuze and everything else drains away as his pink tinted cheeks curl up into a smile.

"What was that for?" I ask, still curious.

"I- I just, wanted to kiss you? These people think that same sex relationship is a bad thing. That made me angry and I just grabbed you I'm sorry." He spoke, taking a step back in embarrassment.

"A kiss? Is that what that ritual is called." Matteuze giggles at my comment.

"Yes it is."

"Well, that's definitely one ritual I could get used to on this planet." I say with a smile.

"Really?" Matteuze asks in his thick polish accent, brown eyes gazing hopefully into mine.

"Yes, especially if it's with you." I reply. Matteuze takes a step closer to me, ignoring all the people around us now and leans down once again.