(any other time this might have been leaning towards tentative and not cellinia actually touching lappland. but she did anyway, she touched her. kissed her hard, even. because she did want to do that against her and her better judgment. since lappland didn't pull away, she comes closer, close enough to be in her lap. maybe pretend that her hands weren't reaching to pull that nightgown down (no, not pretend, she's more fixated on kissing) along her shoulders. by far, lappland is the easier one to undress between them. texas had more layers, between the vest, her cape, those pants and her dress shirt. something better suited for a carnevale than a party like the one she was to be forced into when they're done.
but that's something to worry about in the future, that future being whenever she's not lip locking with her friend and enemy. she's still not the greatest at this, with kissing. she's still trying even with her tongue licking at lappland's lips between each of them to taste her. she's pretending. half pretending that this did not make her suit worse in some of the things she was feeling, the other half wanting to strip down and let out some of those feelings she's had hidden away. not the whole truth (please, it's texas, she would never stop that) yet enough to make something clearer.
that she hides her own feelings too well at times, her own desires, if she withheld from touching lappland or going past handholding as they grew older in brunello for that long in what rarer instances she can remember of that much.
the kiss is starving, teetering into being a mess. how can she get this hungry for someone she claims she didn't trust, that she claimed she couldn't while saying all those things hurtful things? that's better off left unanswered. if not now, then maybe never out loud. she's understood too well that they're doomed, and there isn't any other way around it. and by doomed, she means they'll never be normal about this. perhaps never even get that far knowing one of them terminal and the other is....a coward more than she wants to admit. likes to admit, truly.)
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but that's something to worry about in the future, that future being whenever she's not lip locking with her friend and enemy. she's still not the greatest at this, with kissing. she's still trying even with her tongue licking at lappland's lips between each of them to taste her. she's pretending. half pretending that this did not make her suit worse in some of the things she was feeling, the other half wanting to strip down and let out some of those feelings she's had hidden away. not the whole truth (please, it's texas, she would never stop that) yet enough to make something clearer.
that she hides her own feelings too well at times, her own desires, if she withheld from touching lappland or going past handholding as they grew older in brunello for that long in what rarer instances she can remember of that much.
the kiss is starving, teetering into being a mess. how can she get this hungry for someone she claims she didn't trust, that she claimed she couldn't while saying all those things hurtful things? that's better off left unanswered. if not now, then maybe never out loud. she's understood too well that they're doomed, and there isn't any other way around it. and by doomed, she means they'll never be normal about this. perhaps never even get that far knowing one of them terminal and the other is....a coward more than she wants to admit. likes to admit, truly.)