Re: Marta / Seven
[She maybe could have kept fighting, kept arguing, but the catch on the word 'please' makes her stop, and the hold on her shoulders kills her temper. The press of his fingertips is almost too tight, but she doesn't pull away, doesn't say a thing about it. Even though she knows it might bruise - she doesn't care. She'll have one of the other girls put makeup on her shoulders if she needs to. And amazingly, she does shut up. And watches him. Her breath comes faster than usual, still on edge from the shouting and the arguing.
The press of his lips against hers should have been expected, especially after the almost tactile trace of his eyes over her face, but it still surprised her. She also wasn't expecting the sound that snuck out from her throat even as she pressed herself forward. It was relief and need and something so pleased all wrapped up in one soft groan. So much relief. Maybe he'd kiss her just to shut her up, but either way, he's kissing her. It's a reassurance that he's at least not disgusted by her - not in that moment.
She tries to follow when he breaks the kiss enough to speak again, her eyes still closed from having slipped shut moments before. Her lower lip brushes against the corner of his mouth and her exhale is shaky and warm against his cheek. And before he can finish his thought, she talks over him, a so-soft whisper.] I might be... [She doesn't know. Has no way to know, no experience to compare to.
And yet the kiss makes her hands shake and her knees waver.]