#smoosmoo

Better?

It wasn’t entirely dramatic as it was... Rushed. She was driven by a sense of panic, to be honest. Bethany didn’t do well when someone invaded her personal bubble. It may seem as though she had everything under control on the surface but beneath it was a cacophony of emotions. So when the Commander took to leaning in too closely during a rather heated discussion (which, Bethany could not remember about what) Bethany did something she most likely always wanted to try.Who are we kidding, she did. Whether for fun, or to see how he would react, or by chance fueling her own self-indulgence, it didn’t matter.She placed a hand flat against his chest as if to push him away. Yet at the last second when it all came to the inevitable ‘ do or don’t ‘ her fingers curled and gripped the fabric of his fur-lined coat and pulled. The last remaining inches between them closed and Bethany took his lips with her own. It was a moment of impulsive and irrational decision on her end. Completely selfish. No regards to his feelings of honor or sense of propriety. Isabella would have cheered her on and bought her drinks.The kiss itself only lasted three heartbeats. Bethany jerked back and let him go with wide eyes and a sense of inexplicable smugness mixing with guilt.“Maker,” she breathed and looked away immediately her face going from a delightful pink to a deep red that rivaled the scarf around her neck, “I--I’m not sure what--I’m very sorry.”