I thought this scene was cute so here we go (づ￣ ³￣)づ
The next words I heard amid my confusion were... “Because there is something I am more interested in than just hugging and kissing.” “And wh-what’s that?” “What do you think it is?” There was an odd smile on Norra’s lips as he leaned slightly toward me with his arms folded. My heartbeat quickened. “Is it okay?” Is it okay? Is what okay? I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I nodded anyway. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. We barely even breathed. I don’t know who was the first to move. The next thing I knew, Norra was holding my body hard, his lips roughly pressed against mine. From surprise or inevitability, I accepted it fully. His warm lips opened and his tongue touched mine. I felt like my body was falling away. My whole being was paralyzed by a warm and trembling new sensation. I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted him to keep going. My heart went back and forth. When we finally broke breathlessly away from each other, I felt sad somehow. Even in a time like this, I couldn’t help thinking of the past—of memories of my marriage to Johan. The only romantic thing we did before he died was light kisses. I had never had as passionate and sweet an experience as this in either of my lives. I felt confused and also rueful. This might be shameless to say... but my God! I had been going without this all along?! “Shuri?” Truthfully, what was so special about a kiss? It’s just pressing your lips together and using some tongue. What made this ordinary act special were these blue eyes examining my face as he held my cheeks between his palms. My own eyes reflected back at me. We weren’t seeing someone else in each other. We didn’t burn with a possessive desire. This soft, dreamy, sweet feeling was like magic. It made me want to meet him again if I were ever reborn
I thought this scene was cute so here we go (づ￣ ³￣)づ
The next words I heard amid my confusion were...
“Because there is something I am more interested in than just hugging and
kissing.”
“And wh-what’s that?”
“What do you think it is?” There was an odd smile on Norra’s lips as he leaned
slightly toward me with his arms folded.
My heartbeat quickened.
“Is it okay?”
Is it okay? Is what okay?
I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I nodded anyway.
We stared at each other in silence for a moment. We barely even breathed.
I don’t know who was the first to move. The next thing I knew, Norra was
holding my body hard, his lips roughly pressed against mine.
From surprise or inevitability, I accepted it fully.
His warm lips opened and his tongue touched mine.
I felt like my body was falling away. My whole being was paralyzed by a warm
and trembling new sensation. I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted him to
keep going. My heart went back and forth.
When we finally broke breathlessly away from each other, I felt sad somehow.
Even in a time like this, I couldn’t help thinking of the past—of memories of my
marriage to Johan.
The only romantic thing we did before he died was light kisses. I had never had
as passionate and sweet an experience as this in either of my lives.
I felt confused and also rueful.
This might be shameless to say... but my God! I had been going without this all
along?!
“Shuri?”
Truthfully, what was so special about a kiss? It’s just pressing your lips together
and using some tongue.
What made this ordinary act special were these blue eyes examining my face as
he held my cheeks between his palms. My own eyes reflected back at me.
We weren’t seeing someone else in each other. We didn’t burn with a
possessive desire. This soft, dreamy, sweet feeling was like magic. It made me
want to meet him again if I were ever reborn