Felicity and Galad - After
Felicity had not kissed Galad like this before, though they had shared some kisses with a similar heat. A heat that not broiled as her lips burned with the sort of passion that she kept hidden. Some called her frigid but she was far from that. She was controlled. She liked control because most times in her home she rarely had it. Revealing to Galad the depth of her attraction to him in the kiss was exposing and revealing in that way. He returned her kiss with equal fervor, drawing her to him with his arms and the way he kissed her.
Kissing Galad this way was almost like a dream, and the solitude the forest provided them with gave her confidence to express what she kept a tight rein on. While not experienced to the extent that Galad was, she hardly showed it.
Her fingers disappeared into his hair, practically devouring him as they kissed and feeling the warmth course through every part of her. It was likely they would still wait until their wedding night, but she couldn't hold herself back for much longer. They were still young and she was stupidly in love with him.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips, caught up in the moment and feeling like she could share this with him.