Honestly, this was the absolute last thing that he’d expected from
Blake of all people—not that he can complain, because the feeling of
her lips against his only gets better and better the more kisses she
gives him. The gunman is tense at first, locked up in her grip and frozen
in place as she steals his lips, but it only takes a couple of seconds
before he allows himself to relax and actually returns a few of those little
pecks. Man, her lips are really soft.
"…Well, hello to you too," He speaks up after a second, flashing
her a flawlessly charming grin.
There's little she can use to explain her actions. As a matter of fact, Blake finds herself speechless afterward. Her face is flushed scarlet, and the only constant reminder of what she's done is the lingering taste that she can't ignore alongside of a nudge and words of encouragment: "Blake. Blake, I dare you. Do it!"
So she did. It's unlike her to step down from a challenge from Yang, anyway.
"I'm.." She trails off, golden hues averting. "I-I'm really sorry-- About this." It's really the only thing she can say without taking the glimmering simper into account.
