Kissing Odin, as it turned out, was the most natural thing in the world. Bella was struck by how very comfortable she was with the experience, and how still and calm the world had seemed to go around them. Even the dim awareness of her familiar somewhere within range was all but entirely drowned out. Odin's lips were soft and warm against her own, and the world itself felt a little softer and warmer because of it. It was amazing how, for at least the time being, all her nerves and insecurities could just shut up and let her enjoy the moment.
She grinned as his nose brushed against hers, but made no immediate effort to move or even open her eyes. She felt as if doing so would burst this little bubble they'd somehow found themselves in, and she wasn't keen for that to happen anytime soon. Bella bit her bottom lip through that grin that refused to go away, and let her forehead drop to his shoulder. Nope, still good. She had moved and that calm little bubble still felt secure.