It's just a kiss, is what she tells herself. It's just a friendly kiss… on the lip..
But it's not. The second Katarina pushes up into her and plants soft, lush lips against her own, the lights in the room dim and sound ceases. It doesn't last long at all, although she'd swear it was at least an hour. It's not even great. Though, she's never get kissed by anyone, save her family. And their kisses never on her lips. So, she cannot compare. That's not the point, though. The point is that Katarina has warm breasts, and her arms, when they wind around her waist, don't hold too tight. Katarina is gentle. And when she pulls back, Katarina lets her go automatically. These reasons alone make it more that just a kiss. Then Katarina smiles, her blue eyes glowing, before she kisses her again, making her lose her breath as she gasps. She didn't know, couldn't have known, that another person aside of her fiance, girl one at that, would make her tingle from the soles of her feet to her scalp. If anyone had told her she would've laughed. Now? Now all she can think is, She tastes like milk and butter. And it's sticky. And it's really, really sexy…
If Katarina ever feels so inclined to kiss her in the future, and, God, she kinda hopes she does, that she'll never think in terms of "just" again.