[When they'd first started their relationship, it had taken a while for Elsa - so new to experiences like this - to stop fidgeting and worrying at her hands or sleeves or anything else within reach whenever Cass leaned in to kiss her. Now, though, she just tilts her head, just enough so that their noses don't awkwardly squash together, and leans in to meet Cass halfway.
This is another thing she'll never get enough of. The contact, the light spark, like static but nice, of Cass's mouth pressing against her own...]
Always. [A murmur, barely above a whisper, she breathes against Cass's lips.] I never want to lose this.
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This is another thing she'll never get enough of. The contact, the light spark, like static but nice, of Cass's mouth pressing against her own...]
Always. [A murmur, barely above a whisper, she breathes against Cass's lips.] I never want to lose this.