kate/america, collarbone kiss
"You're a jerk," Kate muttered, running her fingers through America's curls absently. The other girl was curled into Kate's side, her head pillowed on Kate's bicep and their legs tangled together. The grass under them was soft and, surprisingly, an almost-normal green. The pink sky was a little strange, but they'd been in worse dimensions.
"You wanted help on your hand-to-hand," she said, her voice perfectly even and reasonable, but Kate could feel her wicked smile. "I helped."
Kate narrowed her eyes and glared down at the top of American's head. "I didn't expect you to use your crazy super-strength and bruise me to hell and back!"
America lifted her head and met Kate's eyes. "Would you like me to kiss it better, chica?" she asked, her accent thickening slightly as her tone dropped lower.
Kate let her lips spread into a predatory grin. "I hurt all over," she whined. "It'll take a lot of kisses."
America hummed and ducked her head down into the curve of Kate's neck. Her lips were warm and dry as she left a trail of kisses down the column of Kate's neck to follow the curve of her collarbone. Kate arched up slightly when America's tongue darted out to tease the hollow between before she climbed up on her knees to better reach the other side of Kate's neck.
Kate swallowed hard. "Still need more kisses."
"Mmm, chica, you can have all my kisses."