Aptly named because this is all kinds of soft and fluffy and sweet.
The familiarity of how his thumb tentatively rested on her cheek, warm and ever so light, gently brushing her tears away, virtually knocked the breath out of her.
Hours ago she'd been so angry, so offended at the way he'd swanned into the factory, trying to worm his way back into her life, offering up his money to weasel his way back into her bed. How dare he?
And yet now, in the confines of the dark and gloomy factory, quiet as the night, his presence and soft words had encouraged her to release the tension she was holding so close to her heart. To let the tears fall, and her guard down.
'I miss him, I miss him so much' she spoke, still holding her arms protectively around her body, afraid to show her vulnerability to the man she had once trusted so much.
But the touch of his hand coaxed her to turn and instinctively she fell into his arms, her sobs echoing around the room, muffled only by the way her face was pressed against his shoulder as his hand came to hold the back of her head, loving her in the way he'd once done before.
Moments passed and words were spoken and it was though the last 4 years of turmoil hadn't happened, just for those few moments when they spoke as the people who had been soulmates in a time before.
'Hey, if you need to cry, you need to cry' Peter said, his tone soft, his face full of concern for the woman who grieved before him.
'Says a man who's never worn eyeliner, what must I look like'. Running her finger beneath her eye, suddenly feeling slightly vulnerable, sucking in her breathe and shaking her head, her eyes now falling to the floor.
Although unsure, he couldn't help but raise his hand to her face, cupping her face, his thumb slowly brushing her cheek, something he'd done many times before.
Her eyes shifted awkwardly to meet his, as he whispered 'Beautiful', maintaining eye contact.
For a moment she paused, taken aback and yet unsurprised. 'Peter' she muttered as he suddenly felt compelled.
'You were the best thing that ever happened to me, I know I messed it up and I know you can never love me again, but you'll let me help you, that's all I want'.
There was a moment of silence, just their breathes dancing together, their hearts beating hard. Her head screamed at her to walk away, to stop, to protect herself, but her heart pulled her closer to him, her eyes studying his before falling to his lips, the last push.
She leaned in and it suddenly felt so right. Their lips, soft and desperate, yet slow as they refamiliarized themselves with each other, tasting and exploring.
The kiss came to an end and they pulled away to look at each other, their eyes on fire, burning right through each other. There was only time for a pause before they both drew breath and crashed back into the kiss, except now the passion they'd always had was no longer suppressed and they breathed into each others mouths, their tongues desperate for contact. Their hands were no longer polite but ferocious as they reacquainted themselves with places only lovers could go.
And in that moment, everything was sweet.