Re: Basement: Edge of the action
This place, this moment, it was all about shedding the skin of who he was and putting on the one of who he could have been. It was all about possibilities, what might have been had a different path been taken, and it wasn't that he wanted to be someone else. But the question was something he asked. What if? What if? So he let it down, let down his guard, stopped asking why and started feeling more than he had in a long time, more than he had ever let himself in his adult life. It was frightening as hell, made him want to ball up and pull away if he thought about it too hard, but that was part of the struggle. Giving that up and letting go. Good things never came easy, after all.
"Can't say that I do, but maybe it's just something I tamp down and keep under wraps," he responded, giving her a grin that showed teeth, and then the words were abandoned in favor of the kiss that wasn't anything to write home about in terms of skill, but the clumsy fumbling had it's own charm, something he would certainly remember. When she pulled back, lips swollen and her face full of laughter, he couldn't help but give her another grin, crowding in towards her just a little more, hand skimming back towards her neck. "I don't think there's such a thing as kissing wrong," he countered, his tone light. His head slanted to the side, the smile softening bit by bit. "That bad for you?"