Her smell overwhelmed him.
He could feel her heartbeats, beating in his own chest, like his own.
He could taste her, feel her, and nothing but a blur came to his mind as they danced, their lips in a silent fight for love, their mouths locked together, and tongues dancing in their rhythm.
They were together; he could feel it, his hands tracing a pattern along her back, her hands playing with his long hair, sometimes bruising the heart patterns of his tabard. Not once did they stop, not for breath, not for the sake of resting: They were too consumed on each other to care about themselves.
Minutes, maybe hours – he couldn't tell – passed, and he still couldn't get tired of it, couldn't stop wanting more, couldn't stop wanting her.
Couldn't stop loving her.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. He slowly opened his eyes, using the opportunity to catch his breath as he stared into her green orbs.
She had her head back, but was still close enough so he could feel her eyelashes against the delicate skin of his cheek, could still breath her scent, even if less.
In normal situations, he would've just cursed himself. Cursed the fact that he'd succumbed to feelings from the past, that he had let them take the best of him.
But right now, he would have none of it. It was something he couldn't deny he had been wanting for a long while, and didn't regret it one bit. He would do it forever if he could: Just be with her as long as life permitted. He knew he couldn't, but his lust-clouded mind ignored it, just wanting to savor the moment, to savor her, her sweet taste, her smooth skin.
She was staring back into his eyes, a soft smile on her thin lips, and he wondered if there could be a moment more wonderful. He smiled at her, a kind smile that hadn't shown itself in his face for years, as he broke the eye contact to embrace her closer, resting his head on her shoulder, ignoring the world, and just wanting one thing: her.
She gladly returned the hug, her chin on his shoulder as she placed a small, chaste kiss on the side of his neck.
He smirked, raising his mouth for a bit so his voice wouldn't be muffled by her clothing.
"I'd missed that." He said simply, going back to his previous position. She blinked. His voice, breaking the long silence, had been so soft it almost startled her. Then she registered his message, closing her eyes as she chuckled.
"I didn't think you would. We were children, after all, and I quite well remember you being disgusted at the very idea of kissing." She said in a whisper.
"Yet I did kiss you the night I proposed." He replied very lowly, but with his mouth so close to her ear it almost gave her chills.
"Yet I enjoyed it, though I only realized it years latter." He continued, and she almost melted into his embrace.
"And yet I still feel like this was my first kiss."
He chuckled at her. "It was your first tongue kiss." he reminded her.
"And not yours?" She asked, no real hopes in her voice.
"No, unfortunately. I still consider that you were my first kiss, though." She opened her eyes at that, leaning her head back a little so she could stare into his bright green eyes.
She lifted her hand, caressing his cheek with it as he smiled contently.
"Although I'm rather surprised such a beautiful princess wouldn't have gotten in at least one boy's heart." He said, his hands now playing with her short, golden hair.
"I already did." She replied simply. Surely he hadn't expected her to have kissed someone else while engaged? But then again, "Luke" didn't remember any of it…
He chuckled at her response, and lifted his head to meet hers. Slowly, he began planting faint kisses along her jaw, going all the way to her lips.
"Again?" She asked, her voice a bit more cheerful than she expected. She blushed a bit.
He didn't answer, instead, his lips finally covering hers.