[ No one has held her like in a long, long time. No one has kissed her - nor has she kissed anyone - like this a long, long time. Yes, that is a sigh against your mouth, Raleigh Becket, and that is her stepping closer into your space, every line of her pressed up against yours because she's so skin-starved even if she didn't realize it.
The kiss goes on for awhile, Naomi angling her mouth against his, hands tentatively coming up to brush fingers along his jaw, slide down the solidness of his chest, fingers a light drum over his heart. And then she has to come up for air because her head feels light and she's trembling because oh god what just happened.
She steps back, needs to put some space in-between because what if Yancy's still awake. What if she comes down and wanders into the kitchen and sees and and-- ]
Sorry. [ She tucks her hair behind her ear and turns back to the teapot and then covers her face with her hands because her face feels flushed and wow, what did you just do, Naomi. ] Shit. I'm so sorry.
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The kiss goes on for awhile, Naomi angling her mouth against his, hands tentatively coming up to brush fingers along his jaw, slide down the solidness of his chest, fingers a light drum over his heart. And then she has to come up for air because her head feels light and she's trembling because oh god what just happened.
She steps back, needs to put some space in-between because what if Yancy's still awake. What if she comes down and wanders into the kitchen and sees and and-- ]
Sorry. [ She tucks her hair behind her ear and turns back to the teapot and then covers her face with her hands because her face feels flushed and wow, what did you just do, Naomi. ] Shit. I'm so sorry.