[ Pretty horrible, sometimes. Think of the hell you put him through during times like this???
He thinks she's going to cry again for a moment when it all goes silent, but when it feels like the air is calmer he lets out a small, slow, breath of relief. ]
Thank you.
[ For what??? It probably seems misplaced when he's leaning back, finally pulling his hands away to give her space.
Then it feels like time stops--or maybe he makes it stop, he isn't sure when his mouth is tingling, hot like the back of his neck then cool like a rush of air. His lips part and he freezes, a little dazed. It definitely isn't like the time Gwen got overwhelmed when she realised he wasn't dead and kissed him. At all. It's gentle, light.
And not enough.
Especially so when she's backing away like there's a fire or something. His hand reaches out for her arm, stops her from getting her laces fastened. His other hand delves into her hair, moving to hold her head in place and now maybe time is going too fast when he pushes forward until he kisses her. It isn't short and sweet like the kiss she just gave, it's firm, hands shaking with his lips burning, emotions flooding even to his fingertips.
It lasts a good 10 seconds before he breaks contact, mouth hovering close to hers. Breathlessly, he says: ]
I JUST WANTED A NICE MOMENT WHERE SHE WASNT BAWLING OK ... no cho chang x harry potter kisses here
He thinks she's going to cry again for a moment when it all goes silent, but when it feels like the air is calmer he lets out a small, slow, breath of relief. ]
Thank you.
[ For what??? It probably seems misplaced when he's leaning back, finally pulling his hands away to give her space.
Then it feels like time stops--or maybe he makes it stop, he isn't sure when his mouth is tingling, hot like the back of his neck then cool like a rush of air. His lips part and he freezes, a little dazed. It definitely isn't like the time Gwen got overwhelmed when she realised he wasn't dead and kissed him. At all. It's gentle, light.
And not enough.
Especially so when she's backing away like there's a fire or something. His hand reaches out for her arm, stops her from getting her laces fastened. His other hand delves into her hair, moving to hold her head in place and now maybe time is going too fast when he pushes forward until he kisses her. It isn't short and sweet like the kiss she just gave, it's firm, hands shaking with his lips burning, emotions flooding even to his fingertips.
It lasts a good 10 seconds before he breaks contact, mouth hovering close to hers. Breathlessly, he says: ]
Are you ever going to listen to anything I say?
[ ah. . . ]