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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:07 am
That weird feeling - the one she had felt back in her room - came back full force, and she was tempted to pull away when he started leaning towards her. However, it all happened so fast that she couldn't stop... Or maybe, she just didn't want to. Her face was red again, and her heart started racing as she felt his lips brushed gently against hers.
Immediately, her eyes closed and slowly, her hand left his to rest on the other side of his shoulder. She tiptoed a little, leaning into the kiss, fingers interlocking behind his neck as she tugged him towards her. The music faded into silence, and she couldn't help thinking how warm he felt...
... She might also have stopped breathing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:50 am
His recently freed hand found it's way to the other side of her hip, resting there gently. He allowed her to pull him in closer and in response he deepend the kiss, even if for a moment. The Reaper's hands moved, sliding a little lower on the curve of her hips, and then slowly back up towards her waist before finally setting there. At one point he had been amazed with himself for dropping his guard enough to hold her hand, but indulging in such a kiss with her was, to date, the most surprising thing he had ever done. It was a little hard to admit, but he liked this; the feel of her lips, her form against his...
"Lizzy..." Mac breathed out against her lips, his voice low as he realized she wasn't breathing. "Breathe thro---" Wait. Why was he giving her a tip? Why did he want to continue it...? This was Lizzy, a Demoness, a spider one at that! Lizzy, who was his friend but still drove him crazy some days...what was he doing?
"...Nevermind." The Reaper backtracked, taking his hands off of her as though burned. "I'm sorry." Well, he didn't mean for that to happen. Whoops.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:07 pm
When she first enrolled, did she look forward to having her first kiss? Yes, yes she did. Did she expect it to be somewhat romantic? Yes, like almost every other ghoul her age. Did she expect herself to be in a relationship by then? Yes, since it was only proper. Did she expect the boil who would end up taking her first kiss to be a demon-hating, mean reaper boil?
... No. That thought didn't even occur to her.
"No, I'm sorry," She looked upset, first at the fact that she had just kissed a boil who was not, in any way, her boilfriend or even interested to be her boilfriend. While that caused her chest to ache, what really caused her to look at Mac with an expression that clearly showed how hurt she felt, was at Mac's reaction. Tears threatened to fall, but instead, without another word, she turned and walked towards the desk, grabbing the plushie there before heading towards the door.
She paused briefly, hand on the handle of the door. For a moment, it looked like she was going to drop everything and give him a hug to make everything 'normal' again. That moment passed, however, as she turned the handle, stepping out of his room. Without looking at him, she muttered a soft "Bye" before closing the door behind her.
She needed some alone time. Badly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:51 pm
...Wait.
What just happened? Where was she going? Why did she look so upset? The Reaper blinked, seemingly stunned both in expression and body. He had seen how upset she looked, how those pretty pink eyes were so close to crying again...and he had to wonder how everything changed. All he did was let her go and apologize, right? There wasn't any harm in that...right? They weren't dating, and she had said before that she liked him in the Amrita-way! Where this reaction of hers was coming from was lost on him, and the best he could do was stand there and watch her leave his room, the door closing behind her.
...What. Just...What?
A moment or two passed before he regained control of his limbs and realized that his room was not silent. The music, which had disappeared from his auditory senses, came back to his attention and he frowned. Deeply. Turning on his heel he rounded the desk, stopped the music...and in a fit of irritation deleted the song from his computer entirely.
It was the song's fault, of course. If it wasn't so damned perfect...
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