Dance Floor: Felix, Lily & Open
When the kiss broke, Lily was short of breath, the kiss causing a ripple of sensation to have moved through her from where his hands had been against her back and buried in her hair. She pressed another brief, fleeting kiss against his lips and cupped his jaw, thumb brushing along his cheek intimately.
Her eyes were dark, darker than they had been before, the impact of the kiss on her clear but she was not about to indulge in that sort of thing tonight. That was too fast for her liking in that she needed to be sure her demands had settled in his mind first, make sure that she was so wrapped up in him that he wouldn't ever think past her. To make sure that he needed her more than anything else.
God, she loved being her.
"Now that?" she purred, lips against his ear to speak to him and him alone, "That was a kiss."