Ladies should perhaps not do such things. They shouldn't reach out and touch the people they want to touch, they shouldn't lift their chins in anticipation of the kiss they want so much, and they definitely shouldn't smile like that. But if she's a celestial body, she's working under higher rules than those that govern ladies, yes?
The kiss should read as passionate; they're passionate people. Especially together like this. And a touch possessive, perhaps, but she wouldn't call her inclination that so much as affectionate. Six of one, at the moment, because there's kissing and that's better than debating about words. She releases his shirt to rest her hand flush against his side. Long and happy kisses may not be a game of darts, but it's something in which they both have a true and steady aim.
When his fingers brush against her jaw her eyes close and she sighs, both in pleasure and regret. Listening is almost a distraction, with all the background noise, but his words get a smile. "Were you lost?"
Her hand moves from his side to his hand, fingers twining with fingers. "Mm-hmm." Wherever they're going, she'll follow. She slides easily off the stool and hands on her feet, her skirt billowing slightly before it settles around her again.
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Date: 2016-07-11 05:06 am (UTC)I'm not saying it was Brienne but.Ladies should perhaps not do such things. They shouldn't reach out and touch the people they want to touch, they shouldn't lift their chins in anticipation of the kiss they want so much, and they definitely shouldn't smile like that. But if she's a celestial body, she's working under higher rules than those that govern ladies, yes?
The kiss should read as passionate; they're passionate people. Especially together like this. And a touch possessive, perhaps, but she wouldn't call her inclination that so much as affectionate. Six of one, at the moment, because there's kissing and that's better than debating about words. She releases his shirt to rest her hand flush against his side. Long and happy kisses may not be a game of darts, but it's something in which they both have a true and steady aim.
When his fingers brush against her jaw her eyes close and she sighs, both in pleasure and regret. Listening is almost a distraction, with all the background noise, but his words get a smile. "Were you lost?"
Her hand moves from his side to his hand, fingers twining with fingers. "Mm-hmm." Wherever they're going, she'll follow. She slides easily off the stool and hands on her feet, her skirt billowing slightly before it settles around her again.