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[snakemoltsiren]

FFXIVWrite 2022 - Prompt 23. Pitch

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By sound or by steep The tunes and the steps you’re unable to keep And when the song or the path is too much Pause, reconsider, and restart a light touch.

[snakemoltsiren]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

The bar was so crowded the only place they could sit was on the little rug-draped patch of floor near the fireplace. He'd ordered some kind of peach tea. This was one of the few placed they'd found with a good non-alcoholic drink selection so they kept coming back on their little weekly 'dates' (they weren't dates because they weren't dating, no matter what she wanted. She was happy - so happy - to be here as his friend. Her wanting didn't take away from that). Whatever drink she'd been sipping on had a stick of cinnamon poking out of it and it smoldered from having been lit on fire at some point. Gimmicky, but she had to admit it was good. It warmed her through to her core as much as the nearby fire warmed her chilly fingers. She forgot the fire when he picked up her hand, fingers completely engulfing hers. A grasp so familiar and easy that she had to smile at him, so miserably fond that she expected the Brass Blades to kick the door down and arrest her for weaponized affection. He leans over at some point and kisses her cheek. A fleeting peck that deepens her smile and makes her flush. She drinks more. Knows it means nothing beyond their friendship (which is enough - which is so much that she's so glad for). She can tell the evening is winding down. He'll walk her back to her apartment and bid her goodnight and tomorrow she'll see him at work and nothing will have changed except the depth of the yawning, yearning chasm in her chest will have increased. Still smiling she angles over to tuck a reciprocating kiss at the corner of his mouth. The tickle of his beard under her lips something she wants to burrow into but she keeps it light and brief before angling back. "Do you want to stay a little longer?" Her eyes meet his and she feels all other words lodge in her throat. His eyes are dark. The shallowness of his breaths splashing across her skin. She goes through so many emotions in such a brief span of time that none of them fully land. Again he closes that tiny distance between them. His lips touch familiar territory in her cheek and then ghost through new lands to alight against hers. And he kisses her. Properly. Soft and all to brief but intentional and purposeful. "Do -you- want to stay a little longer?" He murmurs in return, eyes on her lips and then on hers. The building whine of excitement in her mind goes blissfully, joyfully silent. She blinks at him. And she smiles. His fingers are still in hers and she squeezes them in lieu of rational thought. She thinks about the flavor of cinnamon and peaches. She'll be thinking about it for a long time.

Related: First Kiss/Realization