Bull.”
“Yeah, I can’t blame you for that. You’re not in love with me, or some shit like that?”
“No!” she exclaimed with a slightly disgusted facial expression.
“Good. Just making sure.” He stood up and took the gum out of his mouth. “Stand up.”
“Why?”
“If I’m gonna risk my life for a fucking kiss, it’s going to be a good one.” Also, it was probably better for her to stand up. It was least likely to bring back bad memories for her.
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” She dropped the paper towel on the table next to the rag she’d used to clean the guns. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” He took a step closer. “I’m going to touch your face. Is that okay?”
She hesitated, and for a second he thought he might get out of it.
“Could I keep my hands on your face, too? So I can feel you. That way I know it’s you.”
“What?”
“I kind of get to know people by feeling them. Not, like, groping, but how they feel. Dad says I was blind in an earlier life.”
“Okay. Sure.”
She took a step towards him and carefully put her hands on his cheeks. If she hadn’t mentioned it, he probably would’ve missed how her expression changed when her hands carefully stroked his cheeks—how she lit up. He leaned closer.
“Close your eyes.”
“No, I can’t yet,” she whispered. “I need to see that it’s you.”
“Okay.” He could do this. It wasn’t even that bad. She was pretty and all, and he liked her. He just had to make it good for her. It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand why she needed to do this. “You know you can stop me at any time?”
“I know.”
After a deep, hopefully silent, breath, he leaned down the last few inches and pressed his lips against hers.
~oOo~
Eliza
Roach’s lips were surprisingly soft. At first, he just kind of moved them a little against mine, so I opened my mouth and carefully stuck out my tongue. He’d said he wanted it to be a good one, and I was pretty sure a good kiss involved tongue. He seemed to hesitate, but then gently sucked on my tongue and ran the tip of his tongue against mine.
He tasted of the lemon-honey gum and something else, too. Something that was probably him.
Then he tilted my head to the side and opened his mouth wider, and that was when I closed my eyes. For a brief second, I panicked, but gently stroked my fingertips against his beard to feel him.
He had a really sharp jawline, but I’d known that because his beard was always just stubble. His chin was square, and I felt the edges with my thumbs. When I continued up over his cheeks, I felt a dimple, and I’d never actually noticed it before.
I could feel his bottom jaw working when he kept kissing me. Gently opening and closing his mouth, and he played with his lips against mine. That’s when I took notice of his hands on me. How he was gently cupping his hands around my face. I could faintly smell the gun oil, but it wasn’t unpleasant, and even though his hands had some sharp edges to them, they still felt really great.
I ran my own hands farther along his jawline until my fingertips rested against the really soft skin just underneath his ears. The difference of his tickling beard against my palms and the soft skin under his ears felt great, and I opened my mouth wider.
In the few voluntary kisses I’d had before that one, I hadn’t liked how their tongues felt in my mouth, but I liked Roach’s tongue. It wasn’t slimy and he didn’t thrust it into my mouth. It was more as if it was trying to lure or tempt my tongue to touch his, or come out to play or something, which felt awesome.
When I reached farther back, to his neck, his hair felt like the softest velvet against my hand. I held the fingertips of the other hand against his pulse, and along with his soft lips against my lips and gentle tongue in my mouth, it was most definitely the best kiss I’d had. I could almost, far away in the distance, see what sex could be
“Yeah, I can’t blame you for that. You’re not in love with me, or some shit like that?”
“No!” she exclaimed with a slightly disgusted facial expression.
“Good. Just making sure.” He stood up and took the gum out of his mouth. “Stand up.”
“Why?”
“If I’m gonna risk my life for a fucking kiss, it’s going to be a good one.” Also, it was probably better for her to stand up. It was least likely to bring back bad memories for her.
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” She dropped the paper towel on the table next to the rag she’d used to clean the guns. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” He took a step closer. “I’m going to touch your face. Is that okay?”
She hesitated, and for a second he thought he might get out of it.
“Could I keep my hands on your face, too? So I can feel you. That way I know it’s you.”
“What?”
“I kind of get to know people by feeling them. Not, like, groping, but how they feel. Dad says I was blind in an earlier life.”
“Okay. Sure.”
She took a step towards him and carefully put her hands on his cheeks. If she hadn’t mentioned it, he probably would’ve missed how her expression changed when her hands carefully stroked his cheeks—how she lit up. He leaned closer.
“Close your eyes.”
“No, I can’t yet,” she whispered. “I need to see that it’s you.”
“Okay.” He could do this. It wasn’t even that bad. She was pretty and all, and he liked her. He just had to make it good for her. It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand why she needed to do this. “You know you can stop me at any time?”
“I know.”
After a deep, hopefully silent, breath, he leaned down the last few inches and pressed his lips against hers.
~oOo~
Eliza
Roach’s lips were surprisingly soft. At first, he just kind of moved them a little against mine, so I opened my mouth and carefully stuck out my tongue. He’d said he wanted it to be a good one, and I was pretty sure a good kiss involved tongue. He seemed to hesitate, but then gently sucked on my tongue and ran the tip of his tongue against mine.
He tasted of the lemon-honey gum and something else, too. Something that was probably him.
Then he tilted my head to the side and opened his mouth wider, and that was when I closed my eyes. For a brief second, I panicked, but gently stroked my fingertips against his beard to feel him.
He had a really sharp jawline, but I’d known that because his beard was always just stubble. His chin was square, and I felt the edges with my thumbs. When I continued up over his cheeks, I felt a dimple, and I’d never actually noticed it before.
I could feel his bottom jaw working when he kept kissing me. Gently opening and closing his mouth, and he played with his lips against mine. That’s when I took notice of his hands on me. How he was gently cupping his hands around my face. I could faintly smell the gun oil, but it wasn’t unpleasant, and even though his hands had some sharp edges to them, they still felt really great.
I ran my own hands farther along his jawline until my fingertips rested against the really soft skin just underneath his ears. The difference of his tickling beard against my palms and the soft skin under his ears felt great, and I opened my mouth wider.
In the few voluntary kisses I’d had before that one, I hadn’t liked how their tongues felt in my mouth, but I liked Roach’s tongue. It wasn’t slimy and he didn’t thrust it into my mouth. It was more as if it was trying to lure or tempt my tongue to touch his, or come out to play or something, which felt awesome.
When I reached farther back, to his neck, his hair felt like the softest velvet against my hand. I held the fingertips of the other hand against his pulse, and along with his soft lips against my lips and gentle tongue in my mouth, it was most definitely the best kiss I’d had. I could almost, far away in the distance, see what sex could be
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