Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
Cat hadn't actually been aware that she was smiling, but she didn't stop, and she didn't claim not to be smiling. "No one's the same as anyone, Reece, but you sound like you have something specific in mind." He did, and she wondered if it had anything to do with the big reveal that hadn't occurred yet. "I don't want to see other people, and I don't think you're lying. I don't have an ulterior motive, Reece. This is what dating is. The only thing I want? Is to make sure neither of us is miserable." Which, you know, honesty. Not that Reece was wrong about how giving him an out was all about safety nets and security blankets.
But, right, kissing. Because that was what this was leading to, wasn't it? She watched him, as if she could see the thoughts churning around in his mind. Was she expecting him to interrupt her witty sentiment about Springsteen? No, but she wasn't precisely surprised either. And she'd killed in this body, but she hadn't kissed in this body. When he twisted toward her and leaned in, she was still for a moment, a butterfly pinned to cork and her thoughts the fluttering kaleidoscope of translucent wings. Then, she kissed him back. Hand to his cheek, cupping with callouses she'd only recently begun to put on these hands. She let him lead, as if this was a dance floor, and she parted her lips in offering. Take.