KOA
If we're going by that story, Flora, then it's your move to propose. Would Koa agree in his current state?
Alas, we may never know.
He's still grinning when Flora comes in for the kiss, though his mouth is quick so shift and accommodate the familiar shape of hers. Familiar and yet wonderfully new; it's a kiss for the future instead of the past, tender and hungry and full of potential. Koa slides his arms around her waist, pulling her body up against his. It reminds him of their first time, years ago: when, caught in a sudden summer shower, they'd huddled, laughing, on a narrow stoop. Their eyes had met and all at once it he knew he wanted nothing more than to kiss the water off her rain-soaked lips.
Broad hands splay over her lower back, maximizing their contact, keeping her close. Koa's older now, more experienced, and yet he still feels that warm bloom of wonded as he tastes her coral mouth. He holds her now like he held her then, tender and wondering, intimate rather than simply lustful, marveling at how well she fits within his arms. He doesn't want to lose this moment.
It feels too close to love.
Alas, we may never know.
He's still grinning when Flora comes in for the kiss, though his mouth is quick so shift and accommodate the familiar shape of hers. Familiar and yet wonderfully new; it's a kiss for the future instead of the past, tender and hungry and full of potential. Koa slides his arms around her waist, pulling her body up against his. It reminds him of their first time, years ago: when, caught in a sudden summer shower, they'd huddled, laughing, on a narrow stoop. Their eyes had met and all at once it he knew he wanted nothing more than to kiss the water off her rain-soaked lips.
Broad hands splay over her lower back, maximizing their contact, keeping her close. Koa's older now, more experienced, and yet he still feels that warm bloom of wonded as he tastes her coral mouth. He holds her now like he held her then, tender and wondering, intimate rather than simply lustful, marveling at how well she fits within his arms. He doesn't want to lose this moment.
It feels too close to love.
With each love I cut loose, I was never the same
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
