[ There is one tiny portion of her brain that is trying to tell her to stop this, to be reasonable. That they need to slow down, this is impulsive and rushed. But that little voice is being drowned out by needs far greater than being reasonable. She's never been kissed before; no one would have ever dared, considering whom her older brother was. She's never wanted to be kissed. Not until now.
Now, it's almost like a fire has been lit within her. When his hands find their way to her neck, hers move from his cheeks so that she can properly wind her arms around his neck. She's far too preoccupied to realize that they're moving; even as her back gently hits the wall, she hardly registers it. How can she, when he pulls her close? Her fingers tangle into the hair at the back of his neck and she keeps him close, too, as if at any second he will just disappear like sand between her fingers.
She's always been a responsible person, always doing the right thing and sacrificing this or that so that others can be happy. It's that thought that makes whatever shred of worry or doubt that's left in her head float away, what makes her relax in his arms and against his body, and what drives her to tip her head just so, just enough so that she can further deepen their kisses. Her hands run down his back slowly, lightly digging into the material of his shirt. She needs this. She needs him. ]
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Now, it's almost like a fire has been lit within her. When his hands find their way to her neck, hers move from his cheeks so that she can properly wind her arms around his neck. She's far too preoccupied to realize that they're moving; even as her back gently hits the wall, she hardly registers it. How can she, when he pulls her close? Her fingers tangle into the hair at the back of his neck and she keeps him close, too, as if at any second he will just disappear like sand between her fingers.
She's always been a responsible person, always doing the right thing and sacrificing this or that so that others can be happy. It's that thought that makes whatever shred of worry or doubt that's left in her head float away, what makes her relax in his arms and against his body, and what drives her to tip her head just so, just enough so that she can further deepen their kisses. Her hands run down his back slowly, lightly digging into the material of his shirt. She needs this. She needs him. ]