Oh, your prompts are stories in an of themselves! Love them!
Nadine/Evan
Evan's left hand gets tangled in the blue ribbon Nadine has threaded through her wonderfully pink hair. She laughs lightly into his mouth as he struggles to remove his hand and he ends up tugging sharply at her hair. She retaliates by pressing her hips into his and his eyes slide shut, the silk of the ribbon no comparison to the silk of her tongue against his.
Anne/Harry
She's a witch, Harry thinks as she kisses down his bare chest, tasting his flesh and his hands delve into her long black hair. Anne looks up at him and smiles as if she knows exactly what he'd just been thinking and nips at his hipbone visible just above his khakis. He grins and pulls her up to him to kiss her lips and roll her underneath him and before thought flees entirely, he thinks, Thank the heavens she's mywitch.
Anthony/Virginia
They'd been having a thoroughly respectable cup of tea for two at home when Anthony realised that it had been at least four hours since he'd last kissed her. This being the severe travesty it was, and Virginia recognising it as such, she gave only the most token of protests when Anthony hauled her out of her chair and onto his lap. Said protest was soon muffled by his mouth and her fingers curled around his coat lapels while her feet kicked merrily a few feet above the ground.
Nadine/Evan, Anne/Harry, Anthony/Virginia
Nadine/Evan
Evan's left hand gets tangled in the blue ribbon Nadine has threaded through her wonderfully pink hair. She laughs lightly into his mouth as he struggles to remove his hand and he ends up tugging sharply at her hair. She retaliates by pressing her hips into his and his eyes slide shut, the silk of the ribbon no comparison to the silk of her tongue against his.
Anne/Harry
She's a witch, Harry thinks as she kisses down his bare chest, tasting his flesh and his hands delve into her long black hair. Anne looks up at him and smiles as if she knows exactly what he'd just been thinking and nips at his hipbone visible just above his khakis. He grins and pulls her up to him to kiss her lips and roll her underneath him and before thought flees entirely, he thinks, Thank the heavens she's my witch.
Anthony/Virginia
They'd been having a thoroughly respectable cup of tea for two at home when Anthony realised that it had been at least four hours since he'd last kissed her. This being the severe travesty it was, and Virginia recognising it as such, she gave only the most token of protests when Anthony hauled her out of her chair and onto his lap. Said protest was soon muffled by his mouth and her fingers curled around his coat lapels while her feet kicked merrily a few feet above the ground.
*Oh, these were fun!*