apparently even death doesn't want me

     Definitely dangerous territory, but she makes no effort to stop it. Half-lidded eyes meet his, a moment of pause. Neither of two letting go. ODD. She’s sure he would’ve left by now. At his question, she bites her lip and nods. Oh, how awful of her. Then, again–he is the one who offered. Seeing him like this, hovering over her. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the view. Oh, what’s wrong with her? Best to end this right here and now before they do anything else they might regret.

–but her lips return ‘gainst his, more fervent than ever.

     Eyes eager–filled with desire. She wanted it and he knew. Alys very well knowing the position she was putting him in and yet she still asked. Somehow, he complied. For whatever reason. She wouldn’t dare question it, not now. Eager to return to the kiss, she wastes no time. Though, she feels herself fall back and land on her bad ‘causing her to gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue right in. Far more comfortable than before, her hand rests on the back of his head, gently pushing down to deepen the kiss as tongues glide ‘gainst each other. Fingers thread through dark locks, other hand snacking its way up the back of his shirt.

Oh, she’s getting carried away and she knows it. Far too afraid to break for air. Far too afraid that this will end. If only she could keep this going for longer–much longer. If only. Sadly, she finds herself in need of air and pulls away. Lips linger, still terribly close to his own as she catches her breath. Eyes remain closed. In fear of opening them and find him pull away and walk out. Though, she knows it’s coming. 

For god’s sake, has she missed her cue?? This was the part where she’s supposed to push him OFF, yell at him for forcing her down against the bed. She asked for a KISS and for now that’s all it was but this-- this position was rather compromising. Why hadn’t she pushed him away yet? Why where her arms wrapped around him? Why was her hands in his hand and on his back? There was no other word for this than dangerous. And they shouldn’t definitely stop now. 

     Just as she was getting into things, he goes and breaks the kiss. Lips dawn a pout, disappointment clear in her eyes. She wants…she wants MORE. She doesn’t know why, but she does. It’s bad, she knows that. It’s bad to want it, bad to ask of it. –but she can’t help herself. “Another. I want another,” she asks. Voice low and soft. Hands clinging onto him as she presses her body ‘gainst his own. It’s selfish. A request that shouldn’t be asked for, especially not of him. Though, there’s no else around. No one else to provide this for her. Besides, it’s her birthday. She’s allowed to be selfish, right?

“Just one more…”

     Abort. ABORT! The closer he gets, the more she wants to lean away–but again, she’s not gonna let him win. Nope. So she stands as still as possible. Which proves to be a BIG MISTAKE. Lips meet, lingering. Right, just a quick peck and they’re good to go. –but it doesn’t seem to go that way.

Arms snake around her, bringing their bodies close. Lips lock, now pressing ‘gainst her own. No longer a timid linger. Well, she did ask for a kiss. Why deny a gift, right? Even if it is meaningless. Alys soon begins to reciprocate. Her own arms wrap ‘round his neck. She stands on the tips of her toes for a better reach as she slides her lips ‘gainst his own. Lids finally fluttering closed.

Ah but-- all good things must come to an end (was this a good thing?? maybe it was a bad thing... either way) and so did the kiss. He pulls back, not yet removing his arms from around her waist, just enough to that there’s some space between them, and he can look down at her. Definitely a mistake, should not have done that. But ?? guess he has to roll with it now. 

     Wait, what was that? An ‘okay’? She was merely joking, knowing all too well he’d push her away. Call her gross and refuse. This, though, this was greatly unexpected. Okay, a kiss. No big deal. What? A kiss on the head? Forehead? Cheek? Apparently–he interpreted kiss as a kiss on the lips. There he goes, leaning in. Alys stiff as a board, wide-eyed.

No. He’s bluffing. He’s so waiting for her to inch away. That or lean in as possibly close as he could ‘fore stepping back and making fun of her. It’s just a tease. Another tease in a long line of teases. He won’t do it.

You thought wrong Alys. There was no bluffing here. He leaned in, closer and closer and closer until !! They’re lips finally met in a kiss. He should probably make it just a peck, a quick, meaningless little kiss. That way it wouldn’t mess things up between them-- more than things already were. 

Birthday kiss ?? Was she crazy? Bad idea, absolutely bad idea. After everything they’d gone through kissing each other was only ging to end badly. He didn’t even LIKE touching girls let alone kissing them. He’d gotten a bit better with touching Alys but kisses were... a lot. He really shouldn’t kiss her, even if it was her birthday, it’s only cause problems. 

‘ Okay.’