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мαl (ifonly) wrote in somerealityrpg,

The color in her face grew from a flush to a full-on blush, something undeniable - though she would certainly try. It took her a moment to regain her composure, to snark back at his comments, "If I wanted you in this position, I'd have to be out of my mind." For some reason, the sharpness that was usually found in any retort toward Harry wasn't there this time. It was dull and soft, more akin to a butter knife. There was a panic rising up inside her at the realization that she didn't actually mind this. What the hell was going on?

In her flustered state, Mal had almost forgotten about the deal they'd struck - until he lifted a hand to her cheek and leaned in. Watching his hand out of the corner of her eye, they widened when his lips touched hers. It hadn't been at all what she was expecting - not that she had thought about it enough to be expecting anything, of course; but she had pictured a quick peck or something silly, sloppy, and gross. One to get it over with or one to annoy her. The tenderness in it was another shock to her system.

Once again, it took her a moment to get out of her own head and the result of that surprised even her as she found herself kissing him back. Just a reflex, like something hitting your knee in just the right spot and making your leg kick. Uncontrollable, unstoppable. It really wasn't her own doing.

When he pulled away, she simply stared back down at him again, blinking a couple of times before swallowing hard and allowing her eyes to dart elsewhere. "Yeah, well. Deal's a deal." Pursing her lips together, she was grateful that he kept talking and suggested going inside to warm up. It gave her something else to focus on besides how...not terrible the kiss turned out to be - and most importantly, how different it felt with Harry than with Ben. That was something that was going away in the vault of her mind, never to be brought out again.

Nodding and unable not to smile back at him just a little bit, despite wanting to scowl instead, Mal forced herself up and off of him with a groan, brushing the snow off herself and once more reaching out her hand to help him up. "Hot chocolate with a ton of marshmallows sounds really good right about now."