[ She trails off once his nose moves against hers. So close. She breathes out from the anticipation, the want. Closer still, when his arm holds her in place. The Player could forgive this. Or maybe, even better, she could pretend Jun was the Player, just for a little while. She can't get in trouble for a tiny case of mistaken identity. Jun's so sweet and pure, it'd be impossible not to confuse him for someone else so perfect!
Their lips meet at last. Her knees knock together and she makes the happiest of noises. It doesn't matter to her that he's awkward about it. She's no better. Fantasizing about kisses didn't grant her any experience, after all. It takes her a moment to figure out the proper angles so they can kiss properly, following that up with her own experimental attempt to kiss him.
And...it's good. It's so good. She even feels one of her feet lifting up, just as if she'd been swept up in the perfect first kiss in the romance novel of her dreams. Just to make things better, her hand slides off of his and moves to his cheek, holding him there as she eagerly takes the lead. She wants to kiss his lips more. Taste more of him. Feel more of those tingly sensations in her chest.
If he'll let her, she'll figure out what to do. For the both of them. ]
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[ She trails off once his nose moves against hers. So close. She breathes out from the anticipation, the want. Closer still, when his arm holds her in place. The Player could forgive this. Or maybe, even better, she could pretend Jun was the Player, just for a little while. She can't get in trouble for a tiny case of mistaken identity. Jun's so sweet and pure, it'd be impossible not to confuse him for someone else so perfect!
Their lips meet at last. Her knees knock together and she makes the happiest of noises. It doesn't matter to her that he's awkward about it. She's no better. Fantasizing about kisses didn't grant her any experience, after all. It takes her a moment to figure out the proper angles so they can kiss properly, following that up with her own experimental attempt to kiss him.
And...it's good. It's so good. She even feels one of her feet lifting up, just as if she'd been swept up in the perfect first kiss in the romance novel of her dreams. Just to make things better, her hand slides off of his and moves to his cheek, holding him there as she eagerly takes the lead. She wants to kiss his lips more. Taste more of him. Feel more of those tingly sensations in her chest.
If he'll let her, she'll figure out what to do. For the both of them. ]