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Love on the Battlements (x)

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

Was it a latte? If there’s a shot of espresso, probably. Who doesn’t like lattes. Sure the order probably isn’t exactly what she said but it can’t be that far off. 

Dorian is silently watching her make the order, an earl grey tea latte with cinnamon and a shot of espresso. At the last minute she remembers that the girl mentioned something about vanilla so she puts a pump in for good measure. A quick glance confirms that Dorian looks positively horrified but she’s isn’t worried about it. That’s usually how his face looks around her. 

She confidently steps out from the counter, scanning the room until she spots Cute Girl curled up in one of the big fluffy armchairs. Briefly, Mirae considers joining her. Before she’s spotted, Mirae turns back to snatch up a sharpie and doodle a quick heart on the side. Not too forward. Probably.

It was hot, but that much Nelora knew she should have seen coming when she took her first sip. But even after she burned her tongue, she could still taste... maybe that was coffee? She didn’t think chai was meant to have coffee in it... Maybe it did? It wasn’t her usual drink, after all.  

And then she was hit by the aftertaste. Or ran over by it, might have been a better way to describe the sensation. Somehow it managed to be bitter and sweet at the same time, settling across her tongue like a plague. All in all, the drink was horrible.