Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Viktor’s smile was infectious; Melinda couldn’t see it, but sweet Rowena she could feel it. Her lips felt like the perfect conductor for him to transfer his obvious joy to her. Not that she hadn’t been thrilled for him before, but now? Like this? Sharing their first kiss in front of a Pitchful of team mates, coaches, spectators and journalists, it almost felt as if she had a direct connection to this happy feeling.
Or maybe it was just her own delight at having simply let go and gone with the moment.
Slowly a soft chuckle bubbled up in her, and though she was still touching him, her lips split into a wide smile. She pulled back just enough for her to see him, to look in his eyes. “You won!” she chuckled, her fingers brushing back against his cheek. And though she couldn’t stop looking at him, or smiling for that matter, it was beginning to dawn on her exactly how public they were right now; her cheeks started heating up and most of all she wanted to hide. She wanted to curl in under Viktor’s arm and hide her face in his chest or his neck. She wanted nuzzle against the side of his neck, taste the saltiness she knew had to be there…
She swallowed down and took a deep breath, though she made no move to move away from him. “You were great tonight.”