Dance Floor: Felix, Lily & Open
Lily's lips curled into a smile when Felix finally gave in and kissed her. It was about damn time, she had been waiting since they hit the dance floor for him to give into the impulse she knew he had been fighting and as he did so, she pushed both hands into his hair, using that touch to draw him closer, pressing up against him, standing on her toes and knowing that he wouldn't let her fall. He couldn't.
She would be the first to admit that when he said 'never' so freely, it gave her a thrill of validation, even if it was manufactured, he thought she was the most beautiful and that, to her, was the best thing she could have imagined.
She kissed back as much as she was being kissed, catching his lower lip between her teeth gently and then soothing any sting with her tongue, one hand dropping from his hair to press the flat expanse of her palm and fingers against the back of his neck, their bodies aligned, no longer dancing but pressed together through the passion of a kiss.