[ Kissing him again -- and not just the casual peck -- but being able to taste him like this again is like rain to parched land.
Chall's hand, that had been searching for his face is now anchored to the back of his head, and the other clumsily clutches at whatever fabric on him she can hold. It was not perfect and in fact, her glasses might be bumping uncomfortably on the bridge of his nose. She manages a -- ] Sorry--
[ in between kisses but bother that, really. She needs more kisses and it is a need that will be satiated. ]