[There's no illusions about what this is. After that stumbling, awkward start, Bel deepens the kiss the moment Miles reciprocates. Ounce for ounce, motion for motion. When Miles kisses back, Bel broadens it, tasting him with a passion that had no tones of pity, just desire and eagerness. When Miles wraps a hand behind their neck, Bel closes the space between them, pressed as well as their separate heights manage.
It's a long moment, drinking in Miles, savoring the taste, the feel, comparing it to daydreams and offers. Good God, they wanted this. They wanted every inch of this.
They pull back only a centimeter, breath short and reluctance clear.]
You've been so frustrating. You really should look into that repression problem you have.
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It's a long moment, drinking in Miles, savoring the taste, the feel, comparing it to daydreams and offers. Good God, they wanted this. They wanted every inch of this.
They pull back only a centimeter, breath short and reluctance clear.]
You've been so frustrating. You really should look into that repression problem you have.