Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
The green girl always had so much to say. She had things to say when no one else had things to say. She was opinionated and full of questions, and this was probably the longest amount of time she'd been quiet since learning to speak. She felt as if she'd never just given herself up to something, not until this moment, and it was heady. She had courage too, despite all the insistence that she didn't care at all. It didn't even matter if there was a future in this, which was wildly out of character for the green girl. She just wanted more of him.
She tasted like mint. Spearmint, to be specific, and she smelled of lavender and vanilla, and she rocked against him when his other hand joined the one at the small of her back. It was more than a sway, something resembling a nudge that was overeager. His tongue met hers, and she wasn't tentative when she mirrored the lick and exploration, her tongue curiously pressing to the tops of teeth until he tipped his head, and she brought a hand to his jaw when the bristles scratched her chin.
She did breathe a second later, but it was an inhale against his mouth and without any new distance put between them. Curiously, she slipped her fingers higher and tucked her fingertips past his teeth, feeling that same line of white with her fingers. "Just for this moment," she whispered.