She remembers removing her coat just as they walked into the gazebo, so that she would place it on the stone bench for her to sit, coaxing a small giggle in response. She hadn’t seen her in a long time, the trip to and from the Hissing Wastes was lengthy one, as was her stay.
Truly a sight for sore eyes, the way she smiled, the way she glanced to see if anyone was watching, only to suppress instinct and lean in anyway. Lips soft against hers, pressing gently, three times.
Noria parted her lips and leaned closer. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her deeply, but gently.
Antivan coffee lingering, with a hint of sweet pastries.
Smooth fingertips ghosted over her cheekbone and traced a scar. She didn’t have that before she went to the Wastes. She pulled back reluctantly, and not without giving her a separating kiss. Noria knew immediately why and she held her hand in hers, leaning into the touch.
“I told you to wear your helmet, Noria.” She fussed, her voice a whisper. A smile tugged at Noria’s lips and she turned to kiss her palm.
“It limits my vision.” She felt another remark of worry coming, but she leaned in to take it in her lips before she phrased it. “I am fine. I promise. Please, kiss me again.”