[ Alina's hands tug at her hips, sending a shiver up her spine, a warm and pleasant feeling curling inside her stomach. Ciri presses closer, breathing harder, anticipation and excitement catching in her throat while she waits for Alina's response.
It doesn't come in words.
Ciri's eyes widen as the other young woman lifts up onto her toes, closing the space between them finally-- and Ciri finds herself tipping her head forward to meet her before even realizing what she's doing, mouth finding Alina's with an inescapable magnetism that shoves the rest of the loud, bright room as if into a completely different plane. For a moment, it's just the feeling of warm, soft lips. Alina's scent. Her hair brushing Ciri's hand. Her skin beneath Ciri's fingertips.
Her thumb slides across Alina's cheek. Ciri kisses back, just as soft, just as brief.
And then, she does it again. With a little more heat. ]
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It doesn't come in words.
Ciri's eyes widen as the other young woman lifts up onto her toes, closing the space between them finally-- and Ciri finds herself tipping her head forward to meet her before even realizing what she's doing, mouth finding Alina's with an inescapable magnetism that shoves the rest of the loud, bright room as if into a completely different plane. For a moment, it's just the feeling of warm, soft lips. Alina's scent. Her hair brushing Ciri's hand. Her skin beneath Ciri's fingertips.
Her thumb slides across Alina's cheek. Ciri kisses back, just as soft, just as brief.
And then, she does it again. With a little more heat. ]