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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:43 pm
It was odd, kissing Lifen. Not odd in a bad way, just...odd.
It was Lifen. She was his childhood friend. He'd known her for most of his life, and had seen her at her best and at her worst. He had been there when she had fallen and scraped her hands, or when she had yanked his hair so hard in irritation she'd accidentally drawn a few strands out. He had seen her cry, and had seen her laugh (he much preferred the laughing), he had seen her upset and seen her happy.
She meant more to him than he had ever let on, but Mengyao had not even given himself the chance to feel something more than he should have or could have. It was too much to ask for, despite having felt that nagging sensation in his head. He had not even allowed himself that luxury, so he had never pursued it.
But now...
He felt her reach up, loosen the clip and his hair fell over his shoulders, long and sleek. Mengyao smiled against Lifen's lips, capturing the sigh, and slipped his hand from her face, down her shoulder to her waist. He wrapped an arm around her and drew her closer, and despite completely immersing himself in the kiss, it was still somewhat gentle, a little firm only when necessary.
He did not want to scare her off, after all.
After a few...very pleasant moments, Mengyao finally drew away - but just a little, his face flushed and his breathing a little ragged. He set his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed, and his arm still keeping Lifen pulled against him.
"...well?" he murmured. "...how was it?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 9:39 am
Feeling the pressure of his hand on her back, she allowed him to pull her towards him, adjusting herself a little so that she could stay comfortable, her hands still softly playing through his dark hair.
It wasn't lost on her that she probably was the closest he allowed anyone to be - especially after all they went through. It had been beyond her, though, why he had let her stick around since they were youths. There had many times when he had attempted to dismiss her as the noble he was - usually winding up at her door a few days later, apologetically. It was safe to say she was content with being where she was now, engulfed by the taller horseman.
As he drew back from the kiss, she perked up a little, listening to the grumble of his words, his question making her smirk just a little and tugging his hair softly in jest. Proud Mengyao asking such a sweet little question amused the little clanswoman. Exhaling softly she lowered one hand to touch his chin for a moment, stealing one more small kiss to consider an answer, leaning back, placing her forehead against his before finally deciding, after a moment of thought.
"Soft," is all she could say at first, before a ghost of a smile showed up on her face. "Very soft for someone as bold as you." She meant it lightly - Mengyao's rough exterior was well known. "I think I could come to love it." She finished, quieter than before, the blush on her face reddening again as she admitted it, her shyness taking over a bit.
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