[ it's so unreal that she's dizzy, the ground dropping out from beneath her, everything around her falling away until there is only him, the heat of his body so close, the texture of his lips, the way his breath feels against her skin when his exhale rushes.
maybe it's natural instinct or having seen enough movies, but alisaie's arms are soon lifting without thought, her hand slipping away from his so she can slide both arms over his shoulders, loosely curling them around his neck, her slim fingers bunching in the fabric of his collar. how is this happening? it feels like a dream, a thing she had never thought possible for herself though she has found herself.. entertaining the idea from the first moment she realized that her excitement to meet this boy again and again across that air hockey table was borne of more than simple platonic interest. she'd allowed herself the indulgence of what it might be like to kiss him, but it had been mere fancy, a daydream, a nice thought to warm her, one she never conceived would come to pass.
yet here they are. it's real, and when his lips part against hers she is lost. she must arch in closer to deepen the kiss, even sitting down their height difference is enough that she must be near to him to kiss him more fully. her heart hammers against her ribs but she parts her lips nonetheless, searching for the angle that will fit them together perfectly. ]
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maybe it's natural instinct or having seen enough movies, but alisaie's arms are soon lifting without thought, her hand slipping away from his so she can slide both arms over his shoulders, loosely curling them around his neck, her slim fingers bunching in the fabric of his collar. how is this happening? it feels like a dream, a thing she had never thought possible for herself though she has found herself.. entertaining the idea from the first moment she realized that her excitement to meet this boy again and again across that air hockey table was borne of more than simple platonic interest. she'd allowed herself the indulgence of what it might be like to kiss him, but it had been mere fancy, a daydream, a nice thought to warm her, one she never conceived would come to pass.
yet here they are. it's real, and when his lips part against hers she is lost. she must arch in closer to deepen the kiss, even sitting down their height difference is enough that she must be near to him to kiss him more fully. her heart hammers against her ribs but she parts her lips nonetheless, searching for the angle that will fit them together perfectly. ]