Meme for Abra

[Baron Tseng]

Kiss + 22. to tell them you like them.

Abra

[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

How had a perfect relationship of not enemies but also not friends, grown into something more complicated, with feelings and emotions involved. A better question was when had it happened. Abra couldn't remember the day she had stopped looking at the man with contempt and annoyance, and started to look at him with happiness and desire. Had he always been so handsome; his eyes so thoughtful, his lips so tempting? Had he always been able to entice a smile to her own lips so easily?

Abra found herself acting like a teenager again. She would steel glances at him, stare for longer then was necessary, would be standoffish when someone suggested there was something more between them. It was like she was sixteen again; shy, innocent, her heart worn on her sleeve. But the fact of the matter was she wasn't a teenager anymore. She was a grown woman in tune with her emotions, a woman unafraid to be bold, unwilling to let words go unspoken.

With her shoulders squared and her chin raised slightly she stepped into the living room, finding the cause of her affliction sitting in the same spot on her couch he had frequented for days and weeks now. The threat, as far as she was concerned, was over. No one had tried to kill either of them for days; no one had been seen following them, for the moment they could relax, let their guards down. Abra plopped down on the couch beside him, her eyes locked on his, as a second passed.

And then... she was leaning toward him, her hand raising to his cheek to turn his face to hers. Abra didn't allow him time to speak, not even time to speak, before her mouth found his. The kiss was soft and sweet, as though testing the waters, letting the rush of emotions flood her veins, her mind. She liked the taste of his lips, the warmth of his body as she pressed slightly against him. But like all good things it came to an end much too soon.

Hesitantly, reluctantly, she drew back to look at him. Her teeth tugged on her lower lip, almost like she was nervous, afraid of what he would think or say. Abra didn't speak but she had to wonder if that kiss was enough to convey her feelings for him. Did he know that she liked him? Should she kiss him again to make sure?

Tag: Baron Tseng

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