Post by Naveah Elaine Withers on Aug 23, 2012 22:27:09 GMT -5
Naveah felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest when he came closer to her. She had been waiting for a kiss like this for years, ever since she was thirteen and saw the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's. After that, she sort of forgot it until Jaxon came along. Their first few kisses were spectacular, but there was nothing like this. Soft and sweet, gentle hands holding her in the rain; even the harsh cold of water pelting against her skin couldn't make her freeze, as long as his hands were against her.
She could feel his fingers, clammy from the weather, yet still radiating sunshine. The calloused finger tips of a working man, smooth and yet still obviously worn. She relaxed into his grip, her back curving until her abdomen met his and she had to put her arms around his neck, to keep him close. Her fingers laced around him, as if locking him in. Perhaps meaning that she would never let him go, perhaps promising that she would always be the one to listen to him. Though maybe, in the heat of the moment, it didn't mean anything in a way that any person who was never been kissed before would understand; in this case, both Naveah and Jaxon could feel the bond that they had, the connection between them that was more than just kissing and dancing and occasionally talking. It was a flame, something that had to be kindled, stoked and coaxed into growing into something more. Something they didn't even quite know yet - that was up to the little flame they were turning into a fire.
Kissing back, Naveah felt his tongue enter and goosebumps ran up her arms. She was still buzzed from the alcohol but it was making her more aware now, just to be kissing him. Moving her tongue against his, she couldn't help run her fingers through his, admittedly short hair, before pulling away with a satisfied grin. "Since the invention of the kiss, there was only five perfect kisses," - she quoted 'The Princess Bride' - "This one topped them all."
She could feel his fingers, clammy from the weather, yet still radiating sunshine. The calloused finger tips of a working man, smooth and yet still obviously worn. She relaxed into his grip, her back curving until her abdomen met his and she had to put her arms around his neck, to keep him close. Her fingers laced around him, as if locking him in. Perhaps meaning that she would never let him go, perhaps promising that she would always be the one to listen to him. Though maybe, in the heat of the moment, it didn't mean anything in a way that any person who was never been kissed before would understand; in this case, both Naveah and Jaxon could feel the bond that they had, the connection between them that was more than just kissing and dancing and occasionally talking. It was a flame, something that had to be kindled, stoked and coaxed into growing into something more. Something they didn't even quite know yet - that was up to the little flame they were turning into a fire.
Kissing back, Naveah felt his tongue enter and goosebumps ran up her arms. She was still buzzed from the alcohol but it was making her more aware now, just to be kissing him. Moving her tongue against his, she couldn't help run her fingers through his, admittedly short hair, before pulling away with a satisfied grin. "Since the invention of the kiss, there was only five perfect kisses," - she quoted 'The Princess Bride' - "This one topped them all."