Re: 706, 11:59 pm.
That made her laugh, and both Iris and Irene had a light, musical laugh of easy delight. It was the proper laugh of a trained singer, but Irene's was a little deeper, perhaps slightly less feminine, and went on a little longer. Once she conquered her mirth, the tears were gone entirely, and her gaze was unmistakably fond too. She put out both hands and curved her palms over his roughened cheeks, showing only more amusement at his slightly unshaven state, and without even a hint of hesitation, she bent closer and planted a firm but sweet kiss right on the center of his mouth. She tasted like vanilla.