[ good isn't even a strong enough word for it. it's heady and intoxicating, and much of that she's sure can be attributed to the simple fact that this is new to them, that it's their first and there's really no replicating that, ever. especially when it feels so.. meaningful, like it was well worth waiting for this, for the right person, the right time. so many people rush into it, overeager, and have less than memorable experiences, and while alisaie didn't necessarily wait on purpose..
well, still, she's very glad that she never felt the urge or desire to push forward to it, to simply settle for someone or something that was not worth it. but she will remember this, absolutely, she will remember the chilly night air and the sparkling stars and the taste of him, the smell of his skin, the lopsided smile of this sweet, funny, sensitive boy.
so it's very easy to not hold back, to open right up into the kiss, into him, learning to navigate a kiss like this. it isn't easy, there are a lot of, err, moving parts, to to speak. their tempo isn't quite matched, sometimes she tilts her head before he's ready to, or stops to breathe at an inconvenient point, but it gets easier and easier. she maps his mouth, breathes him in, and into him, acquaints herself with the warm, slick texture of his tongue and lips, the kiss becoming deeper, deeper, hotter and hotter until her heart is pounding in her throat, her hands grasping him tightly. until she's dizzy with it.
she's never, uh, been particularly good at putting on the brakes for anything in her life. ]
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well, still, she's very glad that she never felt the urge or desire to push forward to it, to simply settle for someone or something that was not worth it. but she will remember this, absolutely, she will remember the chilly night air and the sparkling stars and the taste of him, the smell of his skin, the lopsided smile of this sweet, funny, sensitive boy.
so it's very easy to not hold back, to open right up into the kiss, into him, learning to navigate a kiss like this. it isn't easy, there are a lot of, err, moving parts, to to speak. their tempo isn't quite matched, sometimes she tilts her head before he's ready to, or stops to breathe at an inconvenient point, but it gets easier and easier. she maps his mouth, breathes him in, and into him, acquaints herself with the warm, slick texture of his tongue and lips, the kiss becoming deeper, deeper, hotter and hotter until her heart is pounding in her throat, her hands grasping him tightly. until she's dizzy with it.
she's never, uh, been particularly good at putting on the brakes for anything in her life. ]