[ He grins again, unrestrained and bright and god, he must look so doofy, so stupid, but he can't help it.
His hesitancy leaves him in a rush, and when she offers her permission, he closes the space between them, his lips pressed to hers in a chaste little kiss. Not his style, but probably more hers, and he's more than happy with it. ]
[ She appreciates the kiss, the gentleness of it, because the reality is that there will be time for more intense kisses later; they can do this over and over again, as much as they please, at a later date and in a better setting. While the kissing may not necessarily be new, the context is, and that's her current focus. That's why this matters.
She sighs softly, that small, warm smile in place when he pulls away. She brushes her thumb over his cheek again, then leans up to press her lips against his forehead, murmuring into his hair, ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
His hesitancy leaves him in a rush, and when she offers her permission, he closes the space between them, his lips pressed to hers in a chaste little kiss. Not his style, but probably more hers, and he's more than happy with it. ]
G'night, Gamora.
no subject
She sighs softly, that small, warm smile in place when he pulls away. She brushes her thumb over his cheek again, then leans up to press her lips against his forehead, murmuring into his hair, ]
Goodnight, Peter.