⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ KISS AND TELL. ACCEPTING.
finally kissing the person you've been pining for. — @bdazzled.
❛ you know, i'm really going to miss you. term time's a scam. ❜ they're waiting idly for his flight gate to be announced, his lackluster rucksack full of possessions jostling as he hugs her tight. sometimes he recalls how he had frowned at her arm linking through his, a breach of a fence he had hastily put up and failed to inspect for faults. now touch is freewheeling, linked arms the least of their worries amidst feet in laps, heads on shoulders, hair tucked behind ears and smudges wiped from corners of smiles. how much, she queries into his shoulder and he pulls away enough to look at her but not enough to fully detach. ❛ how much ? ❜ he parrots with a laugh, incredulous.
i don't really know how to respond. how long is a piece of string ? i can joke all i like about vitamin b deficiency, but becoming an early bird for a girl on the other side of the country is a new low. brooke has become a constant where she was initially only a side effect of a much needed escape, infiltrated and wormed her way into my life so seamlessly i hadn't realised until i was spending all my free weeks seeing her. those countdowns until the next vacation time had been filled with dread once, but now . . .
her arched brow raise speaks only of listening patiently for a response, but nothing will do. no words can acclimate to the feeling that swells with her smile, her eyes fixed on his and waiting, holding him charmingly captive. she's so close, her perfume intoxicating and her breath wisping against his jaw, sending tingling prickles of something unknown and daring down his spine. ryland has to will himself to look away from her lips, barely plush and parted, but when he reaches her eyes again he sees the telltale flit of her gaze back up, too.
here goes nothing, he might have thought if it was remotely a conscious decision, but really it's barely a closing of a few inches, an answer to her question that he can't think about too hard or it'll dissolve into nothing, concentrate diluting in water until the next time he sees her. they are on the precipice of him leaving and starting this strange fluctuation of feelings he doesn't know how to process all over again, and maybe this is a mistake that'll leave him never returning, but here goes nothing.
his mouth moves against hers in a slow but frantically pressed caress, molding to a shape that he could swear pushes back, gives as good as it takes. arms still around her loosen, if only to get his hands in the tangle of hair at the nape of her neck, keep her there a minute before he pulls away, glasses smudged and fervent ceruleans alert with realisation. he is bright - eyed and apologetic and hopeful all at once, breath shaky in the wake of something ever pivotal. brooke's mouth is still freshly crushed with his touch, ever alluring in his desire to greet it again, but instead waiting diligently for something, anything to either affirm or more likely extinguish his suspicions and wants. this much, his expression says, cheeks flushed and heart hammering. this much and more.
