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Captain James T. Kirk (jimtkirk) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

He was kissing her. Kissing her. And his lips were so soft and it felt so good, so right, like a kiss was meant to feel like. He wasn't anything like those girls who'd been too soft, too gentle when it came to kisses or those other men who'd been too sloppy and too eager, who'd been all hands and forceful demands and... wait, no that was wrong. She was a respectable woman. She'd never allowed any of her suitors to kiss her let alone paw at her. Sam would've killed them. And there was no way in hell she would've ever been kissing another woman. That just wasn't right. It didn't happen! Before she could think to react, to kiss back or push him away he'd broken the kiss and had pulled back with a certain degree of uncertainty in his eyes. No, her folks wouldn't approve of this but... she honestly didn't know if she could say her mother cared about her one way or another. Sam, however, would be angry.

"No..." she murmured. "They wouldn't..." And before he could say anything more or wonder whether or not she'd slap him or run away, Jane did a very unladylike and possibly uncharacteristic thing. She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss. She'd wanted him to kiss her for so long. Wanted him to be the one to initiate this kind of contact because it was the only way she could truly be sure that he wanted her. Blushing deeply she finally ended the kiss and pulled away. Her reputation was going to suffer for this but what could she do? She'd allowed him to kiss her and then she'd kissed him back and her's had been so much more heated, so needy. What would he think of her now? What would she do now?

Pulling away from him she folded her hands over her heart and looked away. "Fix it..." she said softly, unsure if she was talking to him or herself. "There has to be something..." Some way to save her reputation, to save him from the wrath of her older brother. She couldn't think of any. Turning back towards him she frowned. "Sorry, Leonard."