Sweet Pea Fluff

5 Types of Kisses

Small kisses littered across the other's face.

Sweet Pea wasn't really good at show his own feelings, a little bit because he didn't think he could and a little bit because no one in his life ever had taught him.

Not that there was a textbook to learn but in 18 years the greatest demonstration of affection received was a pat on the back in solidarity.

But with y/n everything was totally and completely different. She was her opposite.

Sweet and always at his side.

Hands that constantly touched each other, always woven her fingers with his.

And with her, he had learned that even a simple "yes" was actually affection.

And when he realized it, he realized that he was learning that he was able to show love, his stomach was twisted.

From that moment he was constantly living his life with a feeling of nausea.

And when y/n begged him to have dinner at Pop's that night, he agreed and she jumped on the spot from happiness, she had taken his face in her hands leaving a trail of small kisses all over his face.

His stomach got so twisted that he thought he could vomit at any moment.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

The evenings at the Wyrm were his favorite, it was his place, his home and sharing that place with Y/N was more than a classic "I love you".

And she knew it, she knew that Sweets didn't like to talk too much, words flew away.

Sweet pea was more physical, rational, present.

He liked to demonstrate with small gestures, actions.

When y/n had crossed the threshold of the White Wyrm with his jacket on her shoulders that meant more than a stupid "I love you".

Despite the feeling of home, Sweets had been careful all night.

The serpents were not bad people, they were human beings. Human beings who had to do dirty jobs to live and then end up getting drunk at night in the only place that didn't make them feel like monsters.

Y/n in turn had experienced that evening as the first of a long series, she looked every single corner of that place, the graffiti, the glasses stacked behind the bar counter, the symbols and she liked it, but most of all, she liked the light that was lit in Sweet Pea's eyes, realizing how good that place was for him, how safe it made him feel, and that was enough for her to sign an invisible contract to lock her in that place until Sweets had enough.

So when he approached her to give her a fleeting kiss, while other serpents set the pool table, Sweet flickered when he felt her hands clinging to his flannel, while in the kissing her tongue was searching for his.

He felt his face go up in flames as their bodies pressed together against the wall.

A breathy demand: "Kiss me" - and what the other person does to respond.

Being part of a gang wasn't easy, being part of the same gang with your girlfriend even less. And the more he realized he was in love, the harder it got.

It became difficult not to be distracted during meetings or knowing that they both had to work on the same night making two different deliveries.

But it became impossible when they both had to do the same job together.

So when FP made the arrangements for the ambush in the abandoned building in Greendale and Sweet Pea realized that Y/N was in front of him with the baseball bat, he tightened his jaw.

He wasn't a boy who ever felt fear, but when y/n was involved in these jobs there was something snapping into him, a shiver running through his spine and not making him think straight.

He counted her breaths and looked at her hands clutching the bat, her knuckles turning white as the minutes passed waiting for the signal.

Sweets felt the urge to touch her and if that was their last night in the world, he had to.

He touched the sleeve of her jacket with his fingers. She looked at him confused.

"Kiss me"

He asked her in a whisper and y/n looked at him intensely, smiled softly before leaning and press her lips against his.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

The first real gift Sweet pea received was the dog tags, a gift from her grandmother for his seventh birthday with a precise word engraved with a defined meaning.

Fearless.

And by accepting that gift he had promised his grandmother one way or another to respect that family code, to live life by one rule. A written and engraved rule he always carried with him.

The second real gift Sweet pea received was his beloved leather jacket, that jacket he jealously guarded, a jacket that had protected him from the rain and the cold, a jacket that gave him the confidence of having someone looking over his shoulder, to have a family, friends and that family itself in case things didn't go well they would allow him to be buried and honored as a human being.

For Sweet Pea receiving a gift meant accepting and respecting a lifestyle, so when one day y/n gave him a pocket knife he was breathless.

"Last night you told me that Fangs broke your knife opening a beer, so today when i've seen this one I thought about you"

He was speechless because he was not accustomed to receiving gifts like this.

His vulnerability led him to freeze, to fail to formulate a sentence, so he did the only thing he could do better when words didn't come.

He took her hands and threw her at him, kissed her with all the strength he had in his body in a abrupt, wild way.

Enough to leave them breathless but with only a faint smile on their lips.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

"I have to go"

He could only say that between one kiss and another, but it was really hard to come off when she kissed him like that.

She anchored herself to him and didn't even remember how it happened or how it was possible that such a small and tiny body could hold him so long. Y/n had the palm of her right hand on his chest and with her left hand held the collar of his jacket, so as not to interrupt the kiss she was following him to the entrance of the trailer while he blindly walked back towards the door.

"I really have to go, it doesn't take long I promise"

Y/n muttered and kissed his lips again, in a desperate kiss.

God he felt weak, weak because he just couldn't get away.

It would take less than two seconds, and while his head was telling him something, his body was reacting in the opposite way.

He put his hands on her hips lifting her from the ground and slamming her on the wall, deepening the kiss leaving them both breathless.

Sweets swallowed loudly once they both broke the kiss, there was a hole in his stomach.

"Now I really have to go"

He whispered and y/n nodded giving him a last small kiss.