Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
It would sound crazy, but there was something that felt right about kissing the green girl. Fiyero didn't believe in anything like fate, though plenty he knew did. But, if he did, he was sure this was what it would feel like. It wasn't that he saw a future. He didn't. He was so snared in the present moment, he couldn't see beyond it. It just felt... right. That was the only word he could think of.
His spit was on her fingertips, and he felt it drying on his skin as she moved her hands to hold his face. He looked at her, inscrutable, wondering what she could be thinking. His hands cupped at her elbows as her hands moved down, then he moved his hands up her back in a skim over formless black. Once more. His mouth slanted over hers again, lips staying parted this time. If it was a last kiss, it didn't feel like it to him. It felt like a fire was being set inside him. It felt wicked, but right.