[ His hands are already sinking into the soft curls that fan out around her face, bracketing it in fingers cool and warm. Thumbs sweep her cheekbones, his dark lashes shading his eyes. She gets as far as 'm' before she'll have to hum the rest of the syllable into his mouth. Her own feels warm and a little sticky for the lipstick staining them.
It's different, and it's a little... exhilarating. She feels like a brand this close, warm and bright, and he's nervous, but uncertainty has never stopped him. Their lips stick together, like it was honey between them, and he doesn't know she's printed the color of her kiss on his mouth, but he presses his brow against her fringe. ]
I can do this as well as anyone. I can. [ Even if he wasn't born human— ]
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It's different, and it's a little... exhilarating. She feels like a brand this close, warm and bright, and he's nervous, but uncertainty has never stopped him. Their lips stick together, like it was honey between them, and he doesn't know she's printed the color of her kiss on his mouth, but he presses his brow against her fringe. ]
I can do this as well as anyone. I can. [ Even if he wasn't born human— ]