[ She'd be lying if she said she hasn't been thinking about this. It's a more recent thing, to be sure, and maybe it wasn't in the Cortex when she imagined it, but the most important parts are here. Her nerves are a touch rattled, her mind having to take a moment to shove aside the thought that she shouldn't be doing this. That alone may have been harder to do, if she hadn't already taken her ring off a while back and put it away.
He smiles as he leans close, and she smiles back, her eyes closing as she lifts her chin. There's two almost near-misses, two barely-there touches, and there's a second where she worries that he's changed his mind. But it's gone as his hands grip her waist carefully, as their lips touch and part and she breathes him in. One hand slides up his neck, her fingers threading through his short hair. It's an urgent, needy touch; she's wanted him and this and part of her can't believe it's happening. ]
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He smiles as he leans close, and she smiles back, her eyes closing as she lifts her chin. There's two almost near-misses, two barely-there touches, and there's a second where she worries that he's changed his mind. But it's gone as his hands grip her waist carefully, as their lips touch and part and she breathes him in. One hand slides up his neck, her fingers threading through his short hair. It's an urgent, needy touch; she's wanted him and this and part of her can't believe it's happening. ]