[ The last she felt the press of lips on her own was last weekβ she had Caroline pressed against a wall and took both her hands to cup her beautiful, gorgeous face. She kissed her to hide from her mom, mostly, but there was fondness. Adoration, and obsession only a blossoming relationship can have. Caroline had her hand splayed at her waist, blunt nails and soft hands touching skin.
Clint's hands are not so dissimilar, but they're bigger. They're as needy as they are tender, asking for permission as much as he is taking it. She breathes out oh against his lips, still surprised he's even closed the distance before she allows herself a brief moment of bliss. Of silence, of his touch and how it makes her brain short circuit pleasantly. She feels relief, instantaneous that washes over her body and it makes her shudder.
Something like shame curls in her gut when he pulls away (she just got a girlfriend a week ago and yet) she finds herself chasing after him, just as desperate for something as he is. ]
Iβ [ There's cotton in her mouth at the thought: she should say something. She should definitely say something despite how god awful everything is, because it'd be okay, right? But Lottie finds herself thumbing nervously at his collar, instead, looking up at him just as bewildered as she was before. In his arms, she's all the more aware of how alone she is. Some stupid part of her worries even telling him she's dating someone might scare him off and her stomach flips uncomfortably at the thought. She rests her forehead hesitantly against his, ] um, okay.
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Clint's hands are not so dissimilar, but they're bigger. They're as needy as they are tender, asking for permission as much as he is taking it. She breathes out oh against his lips, still surprised he's even closed the distance before she allows herself a brief moment of bliss. Of silence, of his touch and how it makes her brain short circuit pleasantly. She feels relief, instantaneous that washes over her body and it makes her shudder.
Something like shame curls in her gut when he pulls away (she just got a girlfriend a week ago and yet) she finds herself chasing after him, just as desperate for something as he is. ]
Iβ [ There's cotton in her mouth at the thought: she should say something. She should definitely say something despite how god awful everything is, because it'd be okay, right? But Lottie finds herself thumbing nervously at his collar, instead, looking up at him just as bewildered as she was before. In his arms, she's all the more aware of how alone she is. Some stupid part of her worries even telling him she's dating someone might scare him off and her stomach flips uncomfortably at the thought. She rests her forehead hesitantly against his, ] um, okay.
..But I want a bagel, too.