#wiinslow

there’s the first time that they ever kissed. both the first time they had kissed each other, and the first time they had kissed anybody. caelan’s fingers trembled as they found kelli’s jawline, and she had planned this for weeks, what it would feel like, how kel would taste, how her stomach would flutter. but the time comes and she can’t stop grinning enough to actually kiss her, it’s a brush of lips at first, clumsy and honestly, awkward. but it doesn’t matter, and if she makes herself look like a fool she doesn’t care because she’ll happily do that for kelli. it’s barely a kiss, and less romantic than caelan had meticulously organised in her head, but it’s there.

and then there’s after the first time they ever have sex, when caelan looks at kelli like she could solve the world’s problems, like she’s the only person that she’d ever need in her life. and then she pulls her girlfriend closer, the kiss is warm and lazy, they’ve got nothing left to lose, nothing to risk, nothing to keep from each other. 

when kelli decides to tell her parents about their relationship, and they spend hours beforehand in her bedroom, figuring out different ways that they could go about this. but caelan quickly distracts them both, kisses the situation better, kisses kelli until she can’t find the worry in her mind, until everything feels easier. it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter what they think, we have each other.

the first time they kiss in public, when caelan is talking non-stop about something that is unimportant, and kelli is the one that leans over and shuts her up. they don’t even realise it’s a first for them, it’s too natural by this point, and caelan grins against the kiss, and at this point she knows that it’s something extraordinary, something special between them.