His eyes close, his pulse fluttering with an uneven rythym as she kisses him more gently than he ever would have pegged her for, before.
It's strange, the way half of him is almost surprised by it - as if she was kissing him for the first time. As if he was still in a strange state of having vague feelings he couldn't - or wouldn't - voice. Of having only yesterday been pressing his hands against her abdomen, desperately trying to hold her blood in. Of her being his best friend in the whole world.
And then - overlaid and between and around - the feeling that this isn't the first kiss (because it wasn't, but he'd forgotten, somehow, like he'd forgotten Reverie and everything else ) and that it wouldn't be the last kiss (because he needed this, now, more than he could ever admit).
He let out a quiet, wordless sound against her lips as his parted, his hand rising to cup her cheek gently as he deepened the kiss. ]
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His eyes close, his pulse fluttering with an uneven rythym as she kisses him more gently than he ever would have pegged her for, before.
It's strange, the way half of him is almost surprised by it - as if she was kissing him for the first time. As if he was still in a strange state of having vague feelings he couldn't - or wouldn't - voice. Of having only yesterday been pressing his hands against her abdomen, desperately trying to hold her blood in. Of her being his best friend in the whole world.
And then - overlaid and between and around - the feeling that this isn't the first kiss (because it wasn't, but he'd forgotten, somehow, like he'd forgotten Reverie and everything else ) and that it wouldn't be the last kiss (because he needed this, now, more than he could ever admit).
He let out a quiet, wordless sound against her lips as his parted, his hand rising to cup her cheek gently as he deepened the kiss. ]