[ Her lips catch his as she shares the kiss, teeth clinking against his own as she's unable to help her smile. Pulling away from the kiss, she admires him with rosy cheeks and wonder. ]
You-- you did it again. [ She laughs, breathless as she sways with him. ] Saying what I want to say first.
[ Perhaps in a better way than she ever could, because she can't quite voice what she always thinks or wants or hopes. He's still braver than her in that way, too.
Her hand lifts from his shoulder, fingers playing at the longer strands of his hair that just barely dust above the nape of his neck. A little more reflectively, ] ...The present is very nice, too, though.
[ "Too". And two good things, the present, and the future.
She's incredibly lucky to have this, to be with him, to dance and laugh and smile with him. (A thought that, for once, isn't majorly plagued by the guilt of all those she took that opportunity from.) ]
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You-- you did it again. [ She laughs, breathless as she sways with him. ] Saying what I want to say first.
[ Perhaps in a better way than she ever could, because she can't quite voice what she always thinks or wants or hopes. He's still braver than her in that way, too.
Her hand lifts from his shoulder, fingers playing at the longer strands of his hair that just barely dust above the nape of his neck. A little more reflectively, ] ...The present is very nice, too, though.
[ "Too". And two good things, the present, and the future.
She's incredibly lucky to have this, to be with him, to dance and laugh and smile with him. (A thought that, for once, isn't majorly plagued by the guilt of all those she took that opportunity from.) ]