I know that I should probably be working on revenge, but this got stuck in my head, and I'm hoping it'll pass as revision for my english test on a few days. PLEEEAAAASSSE tell me what you think, reviews are very much adored!
Lily XXX
So there they were, standing there, with the soft, gentle, warm glow of soothing candlelight the only thing illuminating the room, its knowing glow throwing shadows across their faces as they grew ever closer to one another. A single, soft hand stretched out with a cautious reach, just so subtly shaking as it grew closer, tentatively moving, with the seeming purpose of assuring that this moment was real, because the consequences of the answer lying in negatives appeared to unimaginably awful, though so probable it was enough to terrify the man brave enough to stand strong and smile, even if confronted with the reaper himself, however, it seemed that breathing could be easy, as that hand, with one single, outstretched digit felt the soft skin it was craving under its silky tip.
The owner of the hand smiled, it was real, this was real, this was right. This was a moment, one that redefined a life time, so mesmerizing it stayed etched into memory, the time when combined sight and touched managed to mentally manifest in a way so much stronger, more permanent than a chisel could ever hope to be with marble. In no way was this moment allowed to be wasted, not at all. It had to be savored, each second allowed to soak deep in through every single pore, no single opportunity allowed to be by any ones standards wasted, because that would be one of the few utterly heinous sins ever to be performed with love being the raw emotion fueling the act, because this was such a rare moment, one skilled collectors could search all their life for yet never obtain, so, she, with a true lovers smile painted delicately on her face, brought herself forward, sealing the gap between them, as hurried as possible whilst giving herself time to admire every detail of the man in front of her. Her hand stroking his fine, fluent strands of pale golden hair that mirrored the dewy tones of early morning sun streaming in through the window on that perfect spring day. His face, a single shade of cream, flowing into sharp azure eyes, to a perfectly pointed, aristocratic nose, bordered with a strong, bold, defining jaw line that was entirely able to shame any one of current sex gods filling today's magazines. She was positive his visage was flawless, without her eyes more than skimming over his lips, leaving them to last, as when she does, her most primal instinct will take over, and her delicate rose petal lips will touch his strong, pale fuchsia, manly yet delicate ones, her world will cease, and a new one will be born, one so much more breathtaking, and it was, because in that moment, lips rose, eyes closed, and the two unlikely infatuates did that one truly magical thing. They kissed.