Um... Yeeeeeaah... / Stories like this are why I call myself shipping trash. Would you believe I've never been kissed?

Thinking was really hard when Eret's lips were on hers. When his fingers were in her hair, pulling just enough to make the nerves in her scalp sing. When she pressed against his chest until she could feel his heart beating through their ribs. Or maybe that was her heartbeat. She couldn't tell anymore. Didn't really care, either.

Blood rushed in her ears.

Time apart wasn't so bad if this was the kind of greeting she got when they were reunited...

Any nerve not currently being affected by the nerve was not worth having.

And, wow. She knew he was strong. But as one hand left her hair to grip her waist, closing the last bit of distance between them, she had a whole new understanding. Or maybe that was her brain going crazy, because pulling her closer didn't exactly take that much strength. She wasn't exactly fighting. But thoughts like that were distracting from the kiss, so she pushed them aside.

His lips stroked hers in a way that was at once inviting and demanding. Any part of her brain that wanted to complain about his dominance could take a hike, because she was thoroughly enjoying this. Some other kiss she would get her turn to take charge.

That thought she liked. More kissing.

She might have to do something about the fact she was getting light headed, though...

Stupid longs. Always demanding more oxygen. Couldn't they see she had more important things to do than breathe?

But in sheer defiance, her lungs forced her to pull back, sucking in air. As soon as her greedy lungs had been filled, she wanted to get Eret's lips back on hers.

Unfortunately, he pulled back. His hand didn't leave her waist, but the other disentangled from her hair to push her curls off her face.

They were both panting for air.

She met his brown eyes, and didn't even care that she was grinning like an idiot. She should probably say something. But her brain was still in kissing mode, so all she could think about was wanting his lips back on hers. (She wasn't picky with what he did with his hands.)

"Hi," he said, voice breathless as his chest continued to heave.

"Hey," she said.

"I missed you."

"I couldn't tell." Sarcasm didn't make it to her tone, since she was still gasping. But she was pretty sure he got the point.

At least, he did if the fact he leaned in to kiss her again was any indication.