A KISS ––––– such a trivial thing, so simple & yet so lovely when given by somebody who you possessed a connection with. elizabeth’s smile remains, wide & bright –––– the polar opposite to her usual sourness. jillian is adorable, though not annoyingly so. she’s amusing, she makes the BEAST laugh ; genuine, real. “ woah. “ she mimics mid-chuckle, her own hand reaching out, taking tendril of BLONDE curly hair between two fingers & as the other brushes her cheek, she matches such action, her own palm brushing against warm skin.
as lips return their contact, elizabeth reciprocates - rose bud lips moving slowly to begin with, though the pace quickens as she grows DESPERATE. lips part, pink muscle dancing against the other, flickering slowly - tasting the other woman. slender frame breaks personal space, body pressing against that of the busters’. one arm lowers to loop around waist, the other pressing against BEATING chest, drinking in the notes of each and every pound the WORKING organ makes … ( & then she wonders silently, whether or not holtzmann can detect the lack of movement within HER chest. the dead-pan silence of d e a t h - the reminder that elizabeth is dead, practically a ghost. something she hasn’t told the other woman yet. ) such thought causes her to break the contact, an exhale of breath allowing her to compose herself - hand brushing along the length of her PANTSUIT, brushing out any creases. “ … i - i have to tell you something. “ but how? she isn’t sure. what’s the easiest way of telling a GHOSTBUSTER that she is one of the GHOSTS she’s here to bust?
there’s new urgency in their movements this time ; a SUDDENNESS that makes her heart skip faster & faster ( she’s sure the world would be SPINNING if she dared open her eyes ). finally she drops that FUCKING SPANNER and hands slide to arms ; shoulders ; one to cup the back of a neck. it’s... SURREAL in a totally different way. not in a dissociation, floating, dreaming sort of way, but in the COLD TASTE of lips & teeth & tongue. like liz is made of SPIDERS WEBS and if holtzmann would breathe a little more than gently then the other will just FLOAT AWAY.
and then there’s a breath and they break contact, jillian holtzmann left quite OUT OF BREATH and blinking in somewhat of a daze. the world takes a moment to settle itself back into place around the two of them ( as if she’d sort of FORGOTTEN where they were ) and a few moments pass before she realises liz has spoken. “ tell me... something ? ”
immediately a THOUSAND questions, varying in RIDICULOUSNESS pop into her head. something about the hotel ? the ghosts they’re hunting ? no, it would have to be PRETTY IMPORTANT to tell her now... oh no, maybe it’s something AWFUL. she’s secretly married or pregnant or just experimenting ! or —— she tries to push both questions and dread out of her thoughts for a moment, frown creasing between her brows. “ well, what —— what is it ? ”
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