❝..No. I am not going to kiss you if you do that.. tongue thing again. I would like to breathe if there is ANY OF THAT. I don’t trust you because of that near permanent smirk on your face.❞ Yet still he sought as he ran forefinger along foundational lip, hers, but before he dared further? Hands came up, level together, and smooshed her cheeks until lips puckered; risking now what would’ve been the simplest of pecks.. but knowing her? Mm. Who knows.
“This tongue thing?” When approached, she simply allowed that tongue of hers to elongate and extend, rolling down before rolling right back up into a normal size. “Of course... nothing like that...”
She even stopped her smirk for a moment, staring at the other as he didn’t seem to be able to resist coming up to her. Squishing her lips, holding tight and then? A kiss.
Well a simplest peck that they’d find themselves unable to pull away from. Like some force was keeping her lips to his, some forcing giving her some time to roll that tongue out again.
Poor poor slither slither. Stuck for a few minutes in a kiss before being released, tongue pulled from their throat.
