Honestly, she hadn’t intended for it to happen. Not by any means...not by any stretch.
But with him venting so much, clearly distressed about so many things, just listening to his woes and pains broke her heart to hear. She happily let him rest his head in her lap while one of her hands gently pet his unruly burgundy hair while he vented and the other rested on her thigh, her soft, doelike hazel eyes staying on him the entire time. But as the complaints turned into seemingly endless compliments, the brunette couldn’t help but flush at them, her face and ears having turned bright red, her gaze shifting to the side every now and again, having trouble focusing on him anymore. She still couldn’t believe what she was hearing...he cared so deeply for her, as she did for him, they both seemed to appreciate one another’s company so much...it didn’t help that they both wore their hearts on their sleeves. She felt her brow furrow, and, without her realising it initially, her eyes closed, and as he sat up, she leaned in, pressing her soft, full lips against his rather thin but equally soft ones, her hand positioning itself to the back of his head, her fingers gently running through his untameable mess of curls.
Surprisingly, her lips were more pillowy than they looked, and carried the subtle but noticeable flavour of wild strawberries, her hold on him very gentle and comforting, in a way, despite the awkwardness of it from the position and timing. The kiss in of itself is rather short, but on her end, there’s a clear air of longing in it...it’s like she’s wanted to do that for a while. Once it’s broken, the red-faced brunette goes wide eyed with shock at her own action. She sits up, covering her mouth with her hand as she lets go of his head, blinking quickly as though she’s having a hard time believing what she herself had just done. In reality, she really is...she’s never been forward with anyone like that before, not even with Luke! She’s always been the deeply submissive one in pretty much every scenario...but something in her couldn’t help itself. For the entire time they’ve known one another, he’s done nothing but been the kindest person to her, he saved her and her son’s lives, he’s pretty much non-stop praised her, even in times where he’s vented, he’s listened to her woes and been a shoulder for her to cry on...he’s done so much for her, she just couldn’t help it. Still, that doesn’t tone down the level of embarrassment she feels, her wide eye very much telling of that.
Hell, even her neck has turned a bit pink over it!
“J-J...Julian, I...u-uhm...th...th-that was...o-oh my goodness, I...I-I-I’m sorry, I, uhm...” she stammers out, hardly able to form sentences. Despite her apology, she doesn’t regret it one bit, her hand eventually moving away from her mouth as she tries to speak again. “I-I...o-oh, I...I hope I-I-I didn’t...m-make you...uncomfortable with th-that, I...uhm...I...I-I-I have...no idea wh-what...came over m-me, I...uhm...” she fumbles, trying to form words in a cohesive manner, but she seems to be far too flustered to do so without breaking into a stuttering fit. She covers what can be seen of her face with her hand, the pink flushing from her neck spreading to her shoulders, the absolute entirety of her face bright red at this point, even up to her forehead! She never thought her own actions would cause her to become so flustered that she’d be speechless...
A flustered whine is uttered, though muffled, as she tries to speak once more. “I-it was just...s...s-so tempting, and...I...I-I-I...couldn’t...couldn’t help it...” she squeaks softly, though, again, her voice is muffled, both of her hands moving up to cover her face, her eyes squeezed shut.
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