Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
The green girl thought it felt right too. Until this moment she hadn't believed one kiss could feel different than another kiss, but this one wasn't anything like any of the others. His hands on her elbows didn't feel like anyone else's hands there, and she thought she could feel heat from his skin on her fingers as they pressed against his stomach in an immediately proprietary way. She felt like she'd crossed some imaginary line and that crossing back was going to be hard.
His mouth slanted over hers, and she nudged against him with a pliancy that was uncharacteristic with her argumentative words. Her hands slid back up, green fingers on his jaw again as she kissed him with her own version of tongue, a graze and brush in slow flits of heat and dampness. She pressed her hips to his once and lingering, and then she stepped back and put the night air between.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she drew her tongue over her lower lip as she looked at him and summoned her broom to her hand. "Say one thing," she told him, chin already climbing to obscure the need in the question.