A/N: I would love to see more Bessa in the Wicked section. And TheSquintiestSquint wheedled me into posting this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
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Her lips were smooth, soft, and a dark pink. He had thought that lips such a lovely color had to be that way because of make-up, but now he realized they weren't. Her mouth tasted like cinnamon, a taste he had always adored.
Her skin was like marble: cold, pale, and smooth. Perfectly crafted marble, however.
And her chocolate brown hair was silky to touch, to run his fingers through. He did this and felt her shiver.
She broke the kiss, but still kept her head only a mere amount of inches from his. Her right arm was around his neck, playing with the collar of his shirt but nothing more. Her left arm was slightly rested on his right shoulder, her hand playing with his hair. Her unmoving legs were swung over his lap.
His left arm was around her waist, holding her almost contently. His right hand was playing with her gorgeous hair, twirling it around and running his fingers through it.
Maybe I'm letting this go too far, he thought. They weren't doing anything technically wrong, but he didn't think anybody should do what he was doing to Nessa mentally, even if she hadn't realized it yet.
"Boq," she said in almost a whisper. "I love you." She smiled.
Boq panicked. You fool, you definitely have let this go too far! He knew he should've ended it that night at the Ozdust. He knew that what he was doing was incredibly stupid. He really should end it now.
"Nessa…" he started, but then he kissed her. He knew this would most likely end tragically if he kept it up, but he just couldn't do it.
