AN: I don't think I've mentioned to you guys how much writing this story infuriates me and makes me die inside from difficulty.
Shouldn't be this hard to write drabbles for your OTP right?! :'(
Prompt #47. Longing
Prickles.
It was a peculiar word. A word which, one would assume, would be used to negatively describe something. Perhaps it would be used to describe being poked by a sharp object, or stepping on something rough or pointy. Maybe even the tingling sensation from stepping in icy cold water.
Her mind, however, was choosing to use it to describe something positive. Something wonderful. Extraordinary. Magnificent.
That was the sensation that she felt when he kissed her.
Neither of them were coordinated. Neither of them were what one would call 'good' at any of this, by other people's standards.
But still, she loved the feeling of his hands caressing her back, pulling her closer to him. She loved the feeling, the security, of wrapping her arms around him.
She longed for more.
They were clumsy. Their movements were awkward and stiff. They were inexperienced.
After all, this wasn't something you could learn from books or research.
For once, they didn't even care.
*floats away sadly*