(355)<3. wotd: obtuse
Wrapping her head around this head-whirling excitement was difficult. Her neck arched back several degrees, anticipating the genuine bliss that would surely come her way. Lilin knew, even under the influence, that refusal was a possibility. The chances were slim though; their tantalizing prelude and natural attraction had manifested dramatically and backing out of it now was near unfathomable. For Saul to decline her this would not only surprise her but also potentially crush her emotionally. Her mind reeled with untamed emotion amplified by her obtuse state of mind. It hammered behind her azure irises. This level of anxiety; she'd never felt anything like it before. It was amazing how a few seconds delay could awake insecurities from deep within. But this was needless self-torture. Every fiber of her body had memorized the way he'd reacted to her touch. He wasn't going anywhere.
Her breath caught moments before his head lowered obligingly, savoring their proximity and the feel of her name being exhaled against her cheek before he finally rewarded her with a velvety soft kiss - there was an air of innocence about it at first; no amount of expectation could have prepared her for this. Their mouths closed; lips simply pressing, touching, acclimating to the tenderness of it all. The strange feeling in the pit of her stomach did not quell. Au contraire, it amplified tenfold; causing her to yearningly tighten her grip around his neck before retracting from their kiss and shifting from his protective embrace and back onto the ground, where she discovered even more assurance. Despite the apparent disappointment in his eyes, Saul did not protest and readjusted himself in accordance.
Their height difference was hard to ignore but he'd remained close enough for the Soulstorm heir to effectively reach his lips once again, not awaiting his approval this time. Her mouth parted in invitation; letting her tongue tentatively glide across the crease. Her upper body pressed against his, her back's arc forming a concave crescent toward her immoral indulgence. Greed fueled her actions, turning her into a bold and decisive being even though rationality screamed for her to stop.
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