// Kiss my muse: as a dare & frenchingHarsh words bite at their ears, clear in their purpose to tell them that this was only a dare, that she would otherwise never consider such a blatant show of desire. Her eyes shimmered with a kindling fire ( was she legitimately upset, or was she secretly hoping for an excuse such as this? )
Gloved fingers hesitate over her form before grabbing her upper arms with a soft grip. Her hands were in their jacket, pulling them closer, igniting the hidden curiosity between them both.
Mouths meet and they had already known what to expect. All of them were sitting around the campfire and playing childish games. A form of bonding and camaraderie between friends and allies. Eyes are on them as they kiss, a few surprised sounds when others thought she wouldn’t go through with the dare. Perhaps telling things of her past was a fate worse than momentary embarrassment.
Her lips part against theirs and they follow suit, a tongue dipping under theirs and suddenly there’s a bit more heat to their face. They aren’t sure if she wants them to reciprocate or not, but they attempt anyway since she’s already here–the worst that can happen is that she pulls away, right?
The hands on her arms pull her a little closer, only using the leverage to indicate that they want to return the favor before they actually do anything. They push her tongue back with their own so they were they ones exploring instead, finding her surprised despite their warning.
It doesn’t last very long, Min pulling away and Legion immediately releasing their grip from her arms. Hands are held up defensively, almost apologetically, as she wipes her mouth and curses under her breath. She stands and returns to her spot between Meg and Nea.
It’s like a shift to avoid amused eyes, Joey suddenly being replaced with Julie in the blink of an eye.