First Kiss
They laughed. And he just stared at her. Mesmerized by her smile
“What?” She asked. Her face growing warmer the more he stared.
But he just smiled, shaking his head a little and said “nothing. Its just.. your so beautiful… when you smile...” and with that he leaned in to kiss her. Before she could even fully process what he said.
But She turned her face away from him, a subconscious reaction fueled by anxiety, despite the alcohol running through her.
His expression dropped a little at her seeming rejection. But she didnt leave, she only turned away. If she really didnt want this then why hadnt she put more space between them? He placed his hand gently against her face, He needed to try. Everything inside him ached just to taste her lips, even if it was just this once.
Gently he guided her face to him, her eyes looking anywhere that wasnt him. Had she the nerve to look at him she would see the longing in his expression and the hunger in his eyes.
Slowly he pressed his lips to hers. He just needed to know. Know how her lips would feel, if she might give into him.
They only stayed like that for a few seconds, though it felt as if the world and time had been removed from existence.
She didnt push him away and he didnt try to push her further than this one simple, nearly innocent kiss.
The tension was thick but she gave into him. Running her fingers up the back of his scalp, expressing her willingness for him to continue.
He kissed her harder. Running his hand up her jaw and into her hair to prevent her from leaving his embrace. It was everything he had thought it might be and so much more. He underestimated just how much he wanted her. He was wrong. He didnt just want this one moment. He wanted to consume her, to feel her against him, the space between growing Electric. The longer they kissed the more passionate it became. Hands gently exploring. Becoming addicted to the taste of each other. Their breathing becoming heavier, their skin more heated.
As much as she wanted to stay lost in his embrace, she couldn't help becoming increasingly more and more aware of the fact that they were still in a public setting and the thought of being watched, even by just 1 person, was enough to bring her back to reality and to separate herself from him.
He didnt want to let her go. He wanted to continue exploring her further if she would allow him. But he didnt want her to feel forced, so he followed her lead. But his eyes transfixed on hers.
The damage was done. There was no coming back from this. He needed more of her and as he stared into her eyes, getting lost in their depths, he couldn't help but want to kiss her again.
“I need a shot” she exclaimed suddenly, breaking the trance he'd been lost in and she left so quickly he had no time to respond. Leaving his mind to wonder, did he fuck it up? Did he do something wrong? Did he read things wrong? Maybe he should have stopped after she had turned away from him. He didnt think so because she had kissed him back. But why did she run away so abruptly? Was she afraid?
She came back carrying 2 shots of tequila and 2 lime wedges. They downed their shots and he turned to her once he had recovered “im so sorry. That was impulsive. Idk what I was thinking. Im just a little drunk, I wouldnt normally do something like that” these were just excuses. He meant every movement and he didn't regret it one bit. In fact he rather wished it hadn't ended.
“No dont be! Its not that... Im just… nervous” she told him sheepishly. Once again averting her gaze. He was starting to notice a pattern: she always avoided eye contact with him whenever shes nervous. This intrigued him and he wanted to know how she might respond to him forcing her gaze.
He tilted her face ever so gently until their eyes locked. “I didnt mean to force you though, I just couldn't resist it any longer..” and with that she sealed her lips to his. Her advance excited him. Reigniting that fire in his chest from moments ago. This time he was far less gentle. Coaxing her lips to part, pulling her body against his with a sensual moan.
She gave in. She was too weak with desire to fight it anymore and she opened for him. Letting his tongue stroke hers. Pressing her body into him. His hand splayed across her back, the other tangled in her hair. She was dizzy, drunk with inhibition and alcohol. The taste of tequila and salt on his tongue only drove her lust further.
When they finally pulled apart from each other, he rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and letting his hands rest on her waist
“Ive been thinking about that for far too long” he said.
All she could do in response was let out a short, low giggle. Her mind too hazy to form a coherent thought. A mixture of bliss and intoxication.
