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Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a    wall and kissing them.

Lucy had not been expecting Mina to push her, quite harshly against the wall of her bedroom and bring her lips to meet her own. At first, Lucy was startled by the sudden surge that had taken Mina, of all things she had not expected her dear friend to kiss her. It was odd that this should be happening with Mina, in Lucy’s eyes anyway. She was certain her friend would never feel the same way about her, yet often she had dreamed of this moment, to finally be able to taste Mina and feel her, to kiss her sweet lips and inhale her sweet scent in ways friends were never to do. But Lucy had realised that their friendship had went beyond common boundaries now. Love had captivated them both.

A surge of lust filtered through Lucy, she would be a fool to push Mina away and ask her what she was doing but instead to take this moment for what it was and kiss her beloved back in all the ways she had longed to do. Lucy brought a hand up and around Mina’s waist, pulling her the smallest bit closer so that their bodies were touching. Her lips moved in a soft delicate motion at first with Mina’s, her eyes teetering upon dizziness from the elated feeling it brought her, the warm cosiness of love and lust that bubbled in her belly, combined with a fire of longing, how she had so yearned for Mina over the years that had passed.

Lucy’s allowed her fingers to touch and tickle the softness of Mina’s dark, curly hair as she kissed her. The sweet, delicate taste of her lips almost made her shiver as she pulled against them, consuming her in the short moment that was shared, not wanting to break free or let go. Mina should have rightly known that such acts would never cease in Lucy’s eyes, she would kiss Mina all day long if it meant never letting her go. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, feeling the wetness of Mina’s tongue and the foreign yet appeasing feeling it sent through her body, opening feelings of desire and hunger, feelings that would never stop.

But oddly, Lucy found herself to be the one to break free from such a desirable kiss, her soft lips red and swollen from the passionate kiss shared second ago and already Lucy regretted tugging away, wanting the feeling again and again until it sent her over the edge. Her face did not pull into a smile, as she thought it would, for often she had imagined such a moment where she would break away and giggle like a childish girl over the naughtiness of them both, both of glee and love. But instead her face remained still, expressionless even with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. It seemed such a moment was not real and in a few moments she would awaken to the lonely bed and realise this was all a horrid dream.

Did Mina truly love her? Or was this all some silly game in which Mina pushed Lucy to her post to see just how far she would go, how much she truly wanted Mina and desired her. Yet Mina in all her sweetness could never be that cruel.

     England is very much as he had always heard, London a rattle of horse and carriage and gossip behind hands. He's not much here. Xas has managed to build himself a shell--though no longer winged he still has the rest of his angelic qualities--that turns attention away from him. His loneliness and sadness, it seemed, kept eyes away. No doubt his soiled clothing and tired demeanour helped, too. 

     As the dark began to settle on the city men and women retired to their homes, the clattering died and the streets were quiet as the grave--a grave which he had much longed to be in. Few stragglers were left but nothing he ought to worry about. He moved away from these quiet places and towards the richer streets to settle himself down to rest. 

     His black hair still held the purple sheen and his skin the ethereal smoothness that came with being otherworldly. He was ready to lay his head to the cobblestones and sleep when a woman's skirts brushed by him and, in her longing to get home before the dark was full, she dropped a purse. The material softened any noise and it fell to his feet almost silently.

     'Miss? Miss?' he followed, hastening his pace to a jog as he went to catch up, 'Miss, I believe you dropped this.'