[ He needn't even guide her to angle her face further. She does so naturally, as if such instincts and emotions had been a part of her from the very beginning. It would be strange to think about, if she'd pause to think. But she's not thinking right now, only feeling, feeling him and his lips pressing to hers, soft and sweet and welcoming, a quiet greeting to begin the day.
Taken in by the kiss, this gentle act of affection, of want, she's breathless when it ends, quiet and chaste. Somehow during her own turn kissing him back, her hand had traveled down from his cheek all the way to his waist; perhaps this short shared moment hadn't been so short after all. The energy within her dances like swallows mid-flight, ready to dive in completely.
Is this his answer, then. Does this mean he wishes to be with her? She thinks it would. She's-- pretty sure it does. Suddenly, she feels heavy with hope and longing. Is that kiss enough for him, filled enough with meaning?
Quietly, ] ...That... was real, too. [ The kiss, what she said, her feelings. All of it, bare before him. ]
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Taken in by the kiss, this gentle act of affection, of want, she's breathless when it ends, quiet and chaste. Somehow during her own turn kissing him back, her hand had traveled down from his cheek all the way to his waist; perhaps this short shared moment hadn't been so short after all. The energy within her dances like swallows mid-flight, ready to dive in completely.
Is this his answer, then. Does this mean he wishes to be with her? She thinks it would. She's-- pretty sure it does. Suddenly, she feels heavy with hope and longing. Is that kiss enough for him, filled enough with meaning?
Quietly, ] ...That... was real, too. [ The kiss, what she said, her feelings. All of it, bare before him. ]