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Mindy rummaged through her bag until she came across her compact and examined her teeth. Nothing. She'd been had! That sly devil.
Time for a little pay back. She clicked the compact shut and turned towards her target. He didn't notice her staring as he made up the couch into a bed for the night.
She marched over to the couch and sat down as soon as he'd finished.
"Oh for me!? How nice of you. I didn't know if I could make it home in my current state, what with all that champagne from the wedding and everything."
She saw him tense up and she smiled to herself.
"And where am I supposed to sleep?" he questioned, patience waning already. She couldn't understand why he was losing his cool so quickly; she usually didn't get under his skin so fast. Hmm, she just must be on her game tonight.
"The floor, I suppose," she shrugged. "Don't you camp? You should be good at that right?"
His eyes, which had been staring into space/at the floor as they bantered now turned on her. They seemed angry at first, but then they changed. Fire still raged behind them, but it wasn't a fire of fury; it was hunger. This realization stopped her dead in her tracks, but it was too late.
Danny was moving towards her, his hand reached behind her neck and pulled her forward into his lips. She melted under the heat and pressure and gave way to the kiss. It wasn't hasty or sloppy, but slow and strong, like he was taking a deep breath after being underwater or a long gulp of water after a run. Her hands clasped the cushion underneath her as though they were anchoring her to the very Earth they were on. When he pulled away she felt light-headed, she was almost sure it was from a lack of oxygen during the kiss. She could hardly focus in on him when she felt the whole world fade to black...
Danny had been afraid to stop. He hadn't quite been sure how he got started, but now that he had, stopping did not seem like a good idea. But eventually he had to come up for air so he did and that's when she fainted. He stared at her limp body for a moment before realizing that maybe he should do something about this. He laid her down neatly on the couch to help her circulation out and went to the kitchen for a glass of water for when she came to.
Honestly, he was a little relieved this had happened. He had no idea how Mindy would react to his kiss and now he didn't have to find out. Or maybe the fainting was the reaction, but if that was the case, he didn't know how to read that. Did she faint because it was so amazing or because it was so revolting? Or maybe it was just a simple lack of oxygen. But she did kiss back, right? Did he imagine that?
He replayed the kiss in his mind... taking hold of her face and neck, bringing her to him, kissing like there was no tomorrow and yeah, there was totally reciprocation there. He remembered the way her soft lips felt against his and how she smelled of lilac, white wine and something that was just Mindy, maybe it was plum. He smiled, lost in his fantasy, too lost to notice a certain someone had recovered and was sneaking out of his apartment. It wasn't until he heard the door click that he realized she was gone.