Louis~
It seemed like we sat there just staring, searching each others' faces for ages, before moving a centimeter toward each other. Then I felt something soft graze across the top of my hand that I'd been holding myself up with. I need not look down. I knew what is was, and I knew that this was my sign to move onward. I took my other hand and ran it along the side of his arm so lightly that I could feel his goosebumps as they rose. I leaned in at the slowest pace physically possible, but I could feel the movement and I knew he could as well. Soon he started moving in at twice the pace I had been going (which still was somewhere around one or two centimeters an hour). After what felt like a lifetimes journey, we were finally close enough to each others' faces that I could feel his breath against my lips. It wasn't pretty and glamorous, like most intimate encounters. No, this had awkward splattered across it with bright red paint. Both of us were shaking, with anticipation, fear, desire, I really had no idea. It was the most silent moment of my entire life. I swear I could hear both of our heartbeats, mine steady and pounding, his short and off balance. And then I leapt. It seemed as though I was doing a lot of that sort of thing tonight...
Harry~
It wasn't soft. It wasn't romantic. It wasn't magical. It was, to put it in the simplest of terms, two people smashing their faces together extremely awkwardly. Louis went from moving at the pace of a snail to going full force and throwing himself at me. His lips crashed against my own, but I wouldn't necessarily call it a "kiss". It lasted for only a second, though, and ended in both of us recoiling backwards and crying out in pain and laughter. I guess he had bit the inside of his lip in the process. But, we were a little more comfortable now. Things weren't as slow the second go around. After he had rubbed his now swollen lip for a little bit, he locked his gaze with mine once again and came forward a lot more naturally. I closed my eyes and waited, not wanting to ruin anything by moving his target. And then I felt it, this time it was a thousand times better. It was just like every other kiss I had ever had. Soft lips brushing up against each other, feeling the warmth flowing from one body to the other, the slow, unsure movement of the hands head, it was all very... normal. Now, that may not sound like a good thing, but it was even better than good. I was so worried that it would feel different somehow and I would feel uncomfortable or unnatural, but this felt just fine. Maybe, just maybe, it felt even better than "just fine".
Ello loves,
Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, I couldn't write much tonight and couldn't figure out a good stopping point. But, Just wait, This will be pretty... awesome(:
