@vuulpecula whispered, "a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends ."
For stemming from a family that's all mouth, her appetite is surprisingly meager. She doesn't quite have the stomach to fill herself again and again and again; though she desperately wishes to. Anything that might extinguish that growing void, ravenous itself, to feel an ounce of satisfaction.
She supposes that this is a start.
Vera is of the day in the way that gardens require sunlight to thrive. Whatever has rooted within her rib cages is underfed. A splash of wine and laughter, with all of the paint washed away, over-spoken conversations of the cage of marriage; if they've found the zenith, then maybe that's okay.
Fox's lips are soft. there's a distinct absence of greed and secret intention behind them, an absence that she's never experienced yet finds appreciation in. Fox's lips are soft when she's so familiar with barbs and glass.
Chastity in lieu of vulgarity is a new conduct, one that has her stumbling. And in those missteps, a light contact transmutes into her tongue slipping in, meeting Fox's with a yearning she ought not possess.
Her mistake is realized a beat too long; when she pulls away, any remnant of noble propriety evaporates.
