His plump lips felt so soft against her own red painted ones as they pressed forcefully against her, softer than she imagined and definitely warmer than the coldness he regularly exuded. A deep, greedy moan developed in the back of her throat before rumbling out of her as her slender fingers grasped desperately at his thick, puffy coat attempting in some way to pull him that millimetre closer to her body. She was intoxicated and for the first time in a long time, she felt safe, safer than she probably should have allowed herself to feel.
Clarissa could not pinpoint the exact moment she had allowed the cocky thief to slither his way into her hectic life, but their interlocking lips became more frequent then attempting to shoot and attack one another, and to her, that felt like some form of progress. She could not exactly determine what they were, he refused to acknowledge any form of conversation regarding the topic, so she instead allowed whatever was brewing between them grow, and decided that she would eventually bolt if it appeared to be directed towards falling apart and hurting her.
Maybe she could not pinpoint when he had truly entered her life, but their first kiss had been an abrupt surprise. She had pushed her gun aggressively into his temple, a rage burning inside of her that she did not know she could... Feel. The ass had been following her for so long, constantly after whatever she wanted, stealing things under her nose to mock her intelligence and frankly, by that point she was truly done with his antics. Noticing the seriousness of her features, her stance, how her shoulders seemed to tense and thrust backwards in an attempt to intimidate... Snart knew he had pushed too far. With sincerity on his face, he had quickly apologized which she had only proceeded to press the barrel of her gun that bit deeper into the side of his head, her own face tightening with annoyance.
Snart had been stupid, in an attempt to save his own life, he had grasped the gun trying to retrieve it from her grasp only for a bullet to lodge into the floorboards beside his kneeling body with an echoing bang, propelling him backwards and her forwards onto the floor below whilst she fell forwards on top of him, her feet slipping beneath her causing her to become dead weight on top of him as they crashed together.
Their lips had been so close, dangerously close, so close that their noses bumped against another as the feline had attempted to scram as quickly as possible. Instead of allowing her the decency of hiding from her own bitter embarrassment, the male had pulled her by her hips and slammed his needy mouth hungrily on top of hers, his lust for Clarissa utterly driving his actions. The fact they were in a stranger's broken-in apartment, twelve floors high and could have been caught at any moment seemed to slip from both of their minds. He was just so inviting, so addictive, she craved and she just wanted more from him. Clarissa was truly intoxicated by his scent and embrace, much like she was then, in the closet hiding from the cops outside.
As their lips separated in that closest for a singular moment to gulp for oxygen before they dove at one another once more, her brain began to slightly unscramble to logically think for a second or two it dawned on her that outside were men and women weaponised and ready to haul their asses into custody for lists of various charges. However, that little moment logic formed to be slightly difficult to keep some form of grasp onto as those damn plump lips attached themselves to the pulse located on her neck... Her legs almost buckled due to the pleasurable surprise.
"We are going to get caught, we need to go through the vents." She gasped as she attempted to catch her breathe too.
"Maybe, but I'm not a man who likes to follow plans, Kitten." Snart mumbled against her throat. "And I am quite enjoying myself here."
"I am not getting arrested because you are horny, Leonard." She chuckled as she lightly pushed his body from hers, instantly missing his warmth and the lips that left tingles on her pale skin. "Mick is waiting for us, well you."
"Screw Mick for a few minutes." Snart groaned pathetically as he attempted to connect their lips once again, only to meet her cheek instead. "Oh, that's cold, too cold for even me."
"Your puns are shit, Leonard, come on we can't stay here forever, you kiss me all the time it is nothing new."
"I don't care, Clary. I like kissing you, shocker I know." The male teasingly sassed, pulling her small frame into his arms, his nose nuzzling into the space between the nape of her neck and her shoulder, tickling her somewhat.
"Don't be a dick. I have a gun in my possession if you forget." She jokingly threatened, taking hold of his hand and slid into down the length of her thigh until it reached the gun strapped tightly upon her leg, the action only caused him to emit a throaty groan and push his body into hers.
"Going to try and shoot me again, like you did for our first kiss." He chuckled, nipping at her ear as he did so.
"This time i wont miss."
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Frozen Kitten (Legends Of Tomorrow/ Leonard Snart)
Fanfiction"Come on, purr for me, Kitten." "Put a sock in it Leonard." Legends? Really? Clarissa Falls may not have overly enjoyed her life, but she adapted. Bounding from one house to another, taking whatever her little hands could grab, it was a lifestyle s...
