sergeantsally-blog:

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, send my muse “Kiss me, I’m Irish.” and they will have to kiss you.

“Molly! Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” Sally grinned at the woman, perhaps wider than she normally would, and grabbed her hands, pulling her nearer. “Everyone’s bloody Irish,” she said with a giggle, squinting slightly before kissing her on her lips.

Molly was more than a little tipsy herself, having decided to go out of her flat for the night to perhaps try and have some fun. Perhaps it had been a lie to say she was Irish, but the reward of it certainly outweighed the white lie she had told. When she felt Sally’s lips pressed against her own, she was still for only the shortest of moments before she began to kiss the dark haired woman back. Her arms wrapped around Sally’s middle drawing her in nearer, wanting her first kiss in months to last longer than a moment.