Another number, anyone? (:
Eleven seconds
(Eleven)
Eleven seconds. That first kiss lasted exactly eleven seconds.
At first, Alec was too stunned to comprehend what was going on, but that moment didn't last longer than a split second.
And after that first touch of their lips? After that first moment in which—for the first time—he tasted her scent, breathed her breath, and couldn't yet imagine into what else that kiss could evolve?
His mind was racing, yet blank, he was hyper-alert, yet completely numbed. Her hands cupping his face, her nose touching his, the light flutter of her dark, full lashes… The soldier in him, trained to take in each and every detail—no matter the circumstances, did just that: he took it all in, assimilated everything like he would any other piece of crucial information…
… before he finally—following some unknown urge, feeling, instinct—reciprocated Max's tender kiss.
Eleven seconds.
He took a stunned step back to stare at her, as she began to inspect the ground underneath their feet in the hopes of finding an opening or a crack that might conveniently swallow her.
No opening. No crack.
Just a soft touch on her cheek, fingers tracing the curve of her lips… Max stared up again then, meeting Alec's gaze, and, shyly, they smiled at each other.
Eleven. Not one second longer.
But it was enough.
I wish you guys all the best for 2009. (: I tried my best with the fluff here, I swear! (: