HEY I ACTUALLY ANSWERED THIS ON THE RIGHT DAY OF THE WEEK THAT'S A FIRST :D
Thanks @dontjudgemeimawriter for the tag! I think there was also some other people to tagged me but I don't remember who so I'm very sorry if I msised you. This is for Madelyn and Seth, I think.... maybe... this might be first kiss scene I've... ever written? I hope I'm doing this right sldkfjsdlkj.
Their notes and plans lay abandoned on the table as the night stretched late and Madelyn and Seth moved to the couch to continue their discussion. It'd been hours of debate and refining ideas, scheming about the future, circuitous tangents about everything and nothing, an excuse to drag the visit out just a little while longer.
It'd been a few months since their confession, and Madelyn still couldn't quite believe her fortune. After all their history, seeing the worst sides of each other, fighting with each other, fighting with each other... she realized she couldn't deny the fierce fondness she held for the witty, honorable, brave man who sat beside her now. Even more shocking was the realization that he loved her back, with all her stubbornness, despite her previous rejections, in his endless patience and quiet devotion from a respectful distance she had been so blind to notice for so long.
And now, there was no distance between them anymore. His arm was around her and rested gently on her waist as she leaned into his chest. Soft, steady, sturdy, secure. She couldn't make out his heartbeat, but could feel the rumble in his lungs as he spoke; slow and thoughtful responses to her theories whipping around like a whirlwind.
Eventually the conversation came to a lull as the deep-set exhaustion of a demanding week and the reality of the late hour sank in, and Seth gathered himself to leave the study and return to his own quarters. Madelyn sighed as his arm left her shoulders and they stood. It was so natural to be near him - not the giddy rush of a childish crush, or the sparks of passion flashing through her stomach, but a peace so fundamental that she noticed the cold void of its absence. He smiled at a joke she cracked, and she felt warm with the satisfaction of seeing his lips twitch upward into that fleeting, soft expression he guarded so closely but gave away freely to her.
"Thank you for keeping me company," she said, giving him a hug goodbye, "I'll see you in the morning but don't want to keep you from rest."
"You're never a burden, I want to spend time with you," Seth reassured her. Then, as she began to look up at him, she felt her chest tighten. Not the familiar anxiety of betrayal, the paranoia that wormed its way into every other interaction, but a new sensation of anticipation. They were so close, face to face, not for the first time but it was such a nice night and she didn't want it to end. Should she ask for more?
Before she could say anything else, she felt his lips brush against the top of her head. A shy test, a safe gamble. He was always so careful to respect her boundaries, knowing she would create the permission to let him in if she wanted, willing to wait for her cue. Now, she wanted take his.
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss goodnight?" she asked.
There was that beautiful, endearing smile again, and then she tiptoed as he leaned down to bring his lips to hers. First a soft brush, before leaning into the embrace, his hands gently cupping around her head, fingers weaving through her loose hair, pulling her close. She let herself melt in his warmth. No need anymore for worry or doubt. She could be happy, here and now, with him, and no gods or devils would take the beauty of this moment from them.
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