Kiss him, Liesel, kiss him.
She brushed some of the lemon hairs away from his face. What happened next was a confusing mixture of limbs and curiosity.
Liesel Meminger's lips came down on Rudy Steiner's like an exhausted bird crashing into the sea.
They kissed, long and tender, on the wooden floor of a dark clothing shop. Rudy tasted the lips of his glorious next door neighbor and Liesel the lips of the teddy bear giver, the athlete, and her best friend.
For minutes their mouths moved together and I find myself wondering what kind of gratification humans get out this sort of thing. I suppose it feels like they are giving each other life, whilst the term "kiss of death" would be much closer to the truth. Liesel's happiness in this moment would later form a burden in her heart.
When they broke apart and Rudy inquired, "how about another kiss, Saumensch?" Liesel could only laugh and clumsily peck him on the neck.
They lay there with the mannequins as if they were the only two in the room.
After a while, Rudy added, "I meant one down there," and nodded toward his trousers.
Liesel slapped him hard. "Stupid Saukerl!"
*UPDATE: I appreciate your reviews and follows! However my original intent with this story was merely to explore what would have happened if Liesel and Rudy had that moment and to relieve our frustrations of them never having actually kissed. I kept the story short because I didn't think they would have gone further. However, if you WANT me to continue writing more, please say so in the reviews and I will add on to the story in a second more unrealistic (yet juicer) chapter. ;)
