May 12, 2014
finally.
As she bowed her head, he chose to strike. He leaned forward and dipped his chin slightly, planting a firm kiss on her lips. To accompany it, his hands fell to her hips; despite his earlier protests, he seemed just as hungry for the kiss as she had been -- maybe even more so.
At first she seemed tense, almost unsure what to do with her hands. The liplock lingered for a moment before she pulled away for an exasperated breath. Any other time, she'd have some witticism, some remark to break the tension, but not now.
She wouldn't ruin this moment.