nightwxtcher
Your muse roughly kisses mine; and, my muse did something that almost got them killed.
“Ra-mmmf!” April was cut off by a sudden crashing of lips against hers, and she gasped in astonishment. He had just been yelling at her for almost getting herself killed, for his sake, nonetheless. There had been Foot Soldiers, and she had seen that he was being overwhelmed by their numbers. Without even thinking of her own safety, she had jumped in to assist him and almost received a sword to the stomach. Just so, she had a nasty slice in her arm that she probably needed stitches for.
The feel of his mouth over hers was a unique sensation that began a stirring in her chest, and before she realized she was even doing so, her hands were grasping his neck softly and her lips were melting against his in compliance.