IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

[boutant]

Yes, [ she says firmly, but Ariadne smiles at him in the next breath. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ His heart skipped a beat. That, that firmness.

He resists the urge to tug at his collar. ]

...

.... would you kiss me?

[boutant]

[ She leans in, elbows on the table, looking him over (though she knows him, her fastest friend in the Drabwurld). ]

I would. If you'd let me.

[avisionofwar]

[ He lifts a hand, fingertips lightly touching the point of her chin, tipping it to face him as he likewise leans forward. He kisses the corner of her mouth, chastely, not bold enough for anything else; but its slow and startlingly warm. ]

[boutant]

[ Startlingly warm, yes, but Ariadne doesn't pull away. She smiles, curve of her mouth brushing his mouth. Then she shifts to press her lips to his; she had, after all, said she'd kiss him. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ In such proximity, she can feel the heat of the blush that has flooded his face and turned him scarlet, and he breaks away before she does, needing to suck in a shaky breath. Bright-eyed and breathless, as if this is his first kiss. ]

I... Ariadne, I...

[boutant]

[ Oh, Celegorm. She has a big heart, but she swears it swells, looking at him now. ]

Yes?

[avisionofwar]

[ His pulse is a panicked gallop in his throat, which closed around his words. He dropped his gaze, instead offered a hand between them, palm up, obviously meant for hers. ]

There's... there's something I owe you.

[boutant]

[ Her hand is smaller than his but her grip is sure, and she squeezes once. It's just her, Celegorm; no need to be nervous. ]

Something you owe me? [ she repeats, confused. ]