* 78 * 3/5/13

Casavir was completely frozen where he stood, eyes wide at the sudden, mind-blowing sensation of Lily's soft lips pressed against his. He didn't know what to do, what to say, what he could possibly think. The feelings overwhelming him, along with every ounce of adrenaline that now coursed through his body, were beyond words and filled him with heavenly sensation.

But almost as quickly as it had happened, it was over. She had settled back flat on her feet after the quick peck, peering up at him with her entrancing green eyes.

The paladin swallowed. His heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. He couldn't even speak.

"How did that make you feel, Casavir?" she asked, a faraway look on her face.

"...I...could name nothing better," he admitted in earnest, abashed at his own floored confession.

"Would you like to feel it again?"

Casavir flushed. "I..." Of course, Lily... Did she really want him to admit it, to say it out loud that his weakness may be so revealed?

But he didn't need to. She got up on her toes once more and touched her lips to his again. This time, he closed his eyes, and their coddling lasted for longer.

Lily leaned onto Casavir's chest. His armor was still absent from before. She was like a pixie giving butterfly-soft pecks to her knight.

When she pulled away from him again, the paladin's eyes opened slowly, as if he were lost in a dream. Her lips entranced him.

"Now it's your turn," Lily proclaimed.

He snapped out of his trance, regaining attentiveness. "...My lady?"

"Kiss me, Casavir."

Gods had he wanted to hear those words for a long time. He couldn't believe his ears. He was tempted to ask her why, but if he was perfectly honest with himself, he didn't care in that moment.

He wasn't entirely sure how to go about it, though. But, did it really matter?

Casavir gave her an achingly pronounced look of desire, gazing deeply into her pools of green for several seconds. The intensity of his stare made Lily's breath tremble; only Casavir could communicate with her so meaningfully with just his profound gaze. Then, he pulled her very close to him; slowly, and with divine purpose, his arms encircled her waist. With one hand, he tilted her chin up and closed his eyes, placing his lips on hers.

Lily immediately grew drunk from the attention, lingered longingly in his romantic affection. This was exactly what she had been craving. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and held onto him, held onto the feeling of being desired.

Some time passed before they were separate again. The paladin was legitimately floored, but baffled. "...May I ask why, my lady?" No matter the reason, he was satisfied. He had kissed her, the woman he felt so strongly for for many months, and the endorphins that flooded his veins made it hard to be properly upset or suspicious about anything.

"Do I need a reason?" she asked lightly, a mite irritated with the interruption. She instantly went for his lips again, just wanting to lose herself in kissing him, in sweet affection...

But, catching herself, Lily realized how rushed and rude she was being. This was the one person who was always so nice to her, and he didn't deserve such a snappy reply. So she smiled instead. "You're so sweet to me, Casavir," she corrected simply. She hoped these words satisfied him for now.

She neared him again, and he held her up once more. Then, she whispered in his ear.

"And, call me Lily."

They locked lips again.