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a n g e l . ([personal profile] circumspector) wrote in [community profile] redmarsshit 2020-06-01 04:50 pm (UTC)

There is a moment, where it's the same glee, every time is that same first breathless excitement, all giddy anticipation where she thinks he is going to kiss me, that eager moment all over again where she simply cannot believe it even as it happens. To know that he wants that with her, of all people. That he is singular happiness she has chosen, as he has chosen her, all to herself, and isn't afraid to feel it.

That kisses him back and no, it never diminishes, she adores him as much as she did then, and she still kisses him the same. Excited and all of herself pressed back like any second all of this will disappear and he'll be the only lifeline she has. Smiling with it, a nibble of her teeth on his lower lip, knowing that his lips will be that little bit pink from her lipstick the robots had picked out. It will be a reminder of her on him. Her fingers curling up in the feeling of it, bunching up in the back of his jacket - and he did look so very handsome - maybe a second there, where she pulls back like she might withhold it from him.

Which would mean a lot more if she weren't a bare whisper away from him with a heated voice. As if she hadn't just kissed him like he was water and she would die of thirst if she didn't taste his lips. "I think that's a good place to start. How do you think you're going to follow it up?"

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