[ It is nice to have someone who wants you near, to feel that heat build up after so long without it. She doesn't think of the consequences for that moment, she doesn't think of how she's going to tell Elena this, how anyone else is going to react.
She's not that girl, though, she's not the type to just get swept up in something so easily, is she? But she swears she heard the kiss!bot say more. Or maybe it's what she wants to hear, at this point, she's not sure.
He turns them and presses her against the bar stool, backing her up against it, hand guiding her so that a moment later, she's perched on top of it, leaning against the bar, their mouths still pressing together. Her fingers curl a little more against his skin, head tilting this way and that as their lips move in a hungry congress. And as her legs press tightly to his sides, it feels as though this has lasted for hours not mere moments. But suddenly, she feels a pulse of something familiar, a dizziness and need that makes both threatens to carry her away and force her back to reality.
However, it's a pop of confetti that does the latter. Like a cold bucket of water, reality slaps her in the face and she realizes in two breaths worth of time what's happened, how things have changed, what she's done.
She pulls back with a sharp inhale, her hands moving to his chest to gently urge him back, not shoving, never shoving, as she makes a soft sound because she's reminded of a boy she loves, who, the first time they kissed were under very similar circumstances.]