Nova
His laughter actually makes her blush - which is extremely hard to do when she has so few inhibitions, but to have her performance found so lacking despite such a genuine effort is a little embarrassing. It doesn't help that the snapdragon is making her flushed, her skin still tingling with runaway magic. Luckily, she doesn't have to think on her inadequacies long, because Koa's hand is on her face, his golden gaze shimmering with intention that intrigues her to the point of holding her breath.
She's not really sure what's happening or if she'd call it 'fun' when a small gasp escapes, her spine curving over his hand, a grin on his face that's making her magic a little spastic with anticipation. Her hands have moved to his chest, resting there to brace for whatever he has planned.
Then their lips are meeting. It's different than what she'd done - something quick and thought out, a plan aimed and executed. This is slow and thoughtless, a soft confidence infused in his movements that echo of instincts she hasn't explored. It's surprisingly... sweet. From the taste of alcohol and drugs on his lips to the way he holds her like a beam of starlight, she smiles into the kiss, not finding it nearly as unbearable as she would have expected.
Nova eases into it a little deeper, letting her body mold into Koa's through a purely natural reaction, and when he pulls away, her lips trail after his like the tail of a comet. Eyelashes flutter in a moment of consideration, not quite sure what to make of the way she's weightless and somehow at a loss for words. She thinks she likes the sensations coursing through her - the slightly quicker beat of her heart, the colors dancing pleasantly in her head, the warmth that she can't quite pinpoint - but it's all so new and the drugs make it harder to do anything beyond feel the sparkling enjoyment. Her giggle floats with the lack of breath, her teeth moving to draw against the tingling on her bottom lip as she tilts her head. "It's very different than dancing." She's not sure she can compare the two, and she's done a lot more dancing than kissing, so it's hard to say which is better.
She's not really sure what's happening or if she'd call it 'fun' when a small gasp escapes, her spine curving over his hand, a grin on his face that's making her magic a little spastic with anticipation. Her hands have moved to his chest, resting there to brace for whatever he has planned.
Then their lips are meeting. It's different than what she'd done - something quick and thought out, a plan aimed and executed. This is slow and thoughtless, a soft confidence infused in his movements that echo of instincts she hasn't explored. It's surprisingly... sweet. From the taste of alcohol and drugs on his lips to the way he holds her like a beam of starlight, she smiles into the kiss, not finding it nearly as unbearable as she would have expected.
Nova eases into it a little deeper, letting her body mold into Koa's through a purely natural reaction, and when he pulls away, her lips trail after his like the tail of a comet. Eyelashes flutter in a moment of consideration, not quite sure what to make of the way she's weightless and somehow at a loss for words. She thinks she likes the sensations coursing through her - the slightly quicker beat of her heart, the colors dancing pleasantly in her head, the warmth that she can't quite pinpoint - but it's all so new and the drugs make it harder to do anything beyond feel the sparkling enjoyment. Her giggle floats with the lack of breath, her teeth moving to draw against the tingling on her bottom lip as she tilts her head. "It's very different than dancing." She's not sure she can compare the two, and she's done a lot more dancing than kissing, so it's hard to say which is better.
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
