❰ there was a part of adalia that was just — waiting for this to go wrong, like everything else she tries at does. that expected alacruun to shove her off his lap, or to have been lying about this being something they did when he was from, or for him to have decided he didn't want her, or... any number of things, really. but the tension of his shoulders relaxes, and he kisses her back, and she shudders out a relieved breath against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
she's not well-versed in this, but she knows what she wants. her lips part, just slightly, where they're pressed to Alacruun's, slotting to his more comfortably, and she slips one hand from his shoulder behind his neck, encouraging him to tilt his head to the side in search of a better angle. her tongue slips out to test the seam of his lips, and she leans forward —
before dropping back down on her knees, cheeks burning, butterflies churning in her stomach. ❱
Sorry. I shouldn't — I'm sorry. I'm drunk.
❰ the last not so much an excuse — i wouldn't have, except i'm drunk — as an explanation — i'm drunk, so i shouldn't be kissing anyone. ❱
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she's not well-versed in this, but she knows what she wants. her lips part, just slightly, where they're pressed to Alacruun's, slotting to his more comfortably, and she slips one hand from his shoulder behind his neck, encouraging him to tilt his head to the side in search of a better angle. her tongue slips out to test the seam of his lips, and she leans forward —
before dropping back down on her knees, cheeks burning, butterflies churning in her stomach. ❱
Sorry. I shouldn't — I'm sorry. I'm drunk.
❰ the last not so much an excuse — i wouldn't have, except i'm drunk — as an explanation — i'm drunk, so i shouldn't be kissing anyone. ❱