{lips} bECAUSE I'LL BE DAMNED IF I MISS THAT MEME
Sitting with Shade on this pleasant afternoon, he had allowed himself to bask a bit, optics falling shut as he propped himself against a tree. Suddenly–to his surprise–his calm was sent fluttering as he felt lips against his. Pulling in a soft intake, he opened his optics slightly, then let them fall shut again, cortex humming. He was surprised, but found something deep within him thrilling pleasantly, knowing that he’d wanted this for a long time now. He put a hand up to the side of her helm and let his thumb trace over her cheek fondly before she pulled away. He looked at her with a mix of bewilderment and amusement, optics bright. “What did I do to deserve that?” he chuckled with a tiny thread of nervousness.