[John's right on the money about every single thing that goes through his mind, but she's got no way of knowing. She doesn't care, either, because this is what she wants, and this is what she's getting, John sitting with her on the beach, kissing her in a way she's never been kissed before, and only ever dreamed of.
And you know what? It's amazing? She's kissing him back with as much force as she can muster, wrapping her arms around him to bring them closer. One of her hands even moves through his hair, feeling the gelled helmet fall apart at her touch. This was what kissing was supposed to be. And god damn it, she's eighteen-years-old, she's supposed to be doing this sort of thing all the time.
And finally, here, she could.
And it feels amazing.
She parts her lips against his, deepening the kiss the way she'd seen on TV, the way she'd practiced against her pillow and fantasized about. She just wants to feel him closer to her, to remind herself that Bobby isn't the end of the world.
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Date: 2015-09-29 04:09 pm (UTC)And you know what? It's amazing? She's kissing him back with as much force as she can muster, wrapping her arms around him to bring them closer. One of her hands even moves through his hair, feeling the gelled helmet fall apart at her touch. This was what kissing was supposed to be. And god damn it, she's eighteen-years-old, she's supposed to be doing this sort of thing all the time.
And finally, here, she could.
And it feels amazing.
She parts her lips against his, deepening the kiss the way she'd seen on TV, the way she'd practiced against her pillow and fantasized about. She just wants to feel him closer to her, to remind herself that Bobby isn't the end of the world.
He's just the start.]