She's been lurking. Plotting, waiting, watching for the perfect opportunity to do something she's been wanting to all day. And finally, when the oh-so-lovable and popular Jason Grace is alone she pounces. "Jason!" is the only warning he gets before she practically tackels him, arms going up behind his head and pulling him down for a kiss
ah--there she is. before he can even say hey, piper! she’s one step ahead of him and has a fistful of his shirt. and y’know, he doesn’t mind this. not one bit. and you could have set off a firework show right beside him, he wouldn’t have noticed. his hands slide down from where they were clasped behind her back to rest on her hips, and he tugs her closer to himself, maybe a little off her feet--oops...
he’s outgrown that embarrassing habit of floating a little when piper used to kiss him back when they’d started dating, but right now, he may just pick that up again. or not. yikes, he needs to breathe----
`h-happy kissing day to you, too, mclean.`
