Dieter could see where this was going the moment that Pree touched the back of his neck like that. It was like a turn signal. He leaned up to meet it, no less than happily enthusiastic, a curious sound escaping his lips as they pressed against Pree's. He'd wondered what his lips would taste like. Would it be lipgloss? Would there be something else, futuristic and space-like?
In the end he didn't taste like space but Dieter was happy with it anyway, the mystery solved. "We will be doing my nails for the rest of our lives if that is what happens to me when I'm not still and letting you finish," he pointed out, words and lips against Pree's.