crushing

She didnt meant to reflect her own thoughts on to him, to admit her own loneliness or what she wanted from life. At some point she had accepted her lot. She had seen her brother fall in love, and knew that what he had was beyond her ability to obtain. She had thought she had accepted her lot in life. So long as she could heal, and help people, and learn, then she was content. Not happy perhaps, but content.

So when Phyrric leaned forward, and kissed her, her mind went blank. It wasnt a gentle kiss, it was intense, like she suspected he could be. Forceful, too, as through the giant want plunging forward recklessly. She closed her eyes, leaning into the touch. Her first kiss. He tasted like marigold, a hint of blood. Like a challange, like warm fire in her belly. She wasnt quiet ready for him to pull away when he did so, and her eyes slid back open almost reluctantly. She was afraid to release the moment. To face what it meant. "Oh dear" she whispered "we dont even know each other. How... how would we know it's real?" She was admitting her ignorance of love and all things related to it, but she hardly cared. She was too busy being shell shocked.