Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
The green girl found that it was surprisingly easy to move from nervousness to being distracted by the reactions of her body. This was new, and she was inquisitive in a way that permitted for the drag of green fingers over his lower teeth in a manner that was probably extremely unconventional for first kisses on rooftops. Last kisses too, she suspected, and that made her braver. But she'd always been brave. Brave had never been a problem. Shutting up had been a problem, but apparently kissing was the way to make that happen.
His breath was hot against her lips, even as her fingertips traced white. She expected him to say something or stop her, but he didn't, and she slipped damp fingers from his mouth and traced them over his skin. Her other hand joined the first, until both of her hands were cupping his scratchy straw jaw. She considered briefly doing more than just kissing him again, but she found she didn't want to rush beyond that. It gave her pause, but not very much pause. "Once more," she said, thoughts verbalized between their lips, and then she kissed him again, fingers tracing downward to rest greenly against his belly and a break to speak: "Just one more, to prove to me that it's real."