Sorry it's not more, but I had a short burst of creativity. This is what you get.
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I can see it in her eyes. The strain. The reflexive pullback at the edge of the cliff that you couldn't stop if you tried. Epochs upon epochs of evolution have given her this split second of doubt that is supposed to save her life.
I can't help but wonder if Darwin would be proud of her survival instincts or appalled at her flagrant disregard thereafter.
There is a millisecond in which her decision is made, if you can even call it a choice. I can almost picture her arms open wide as she falls forward off that cliff and into my body.
The kiss is anything but an instinctual pullback. Quite the opposite, in fact. The abandon with which she presses herself into me is one of the most offensive and wonderful things I've experienced in my long life. It's refreshing, knowing that there are still moments like this left for someone like me.
Every evolutionary impulse to survive in my body has shut down; completely disregarding the horror-stricken face of Snow in the corner and her near bloodthirsty husband beside her. I am unalarmed by this realization.
It is not with reflex that Emma pulls away from me this time, but with a contented sigh. Our shared kiss in front of her family will, I'm positive, be the source of wildly inappropriate conversation in the matter of mere seconds, but for now, in the remaining breaths we take in the space between our lips, I can only sigh back.