Fingers in his hair, drawing him close, drawing closer herself, until their chests pressed together and noses bumped and she turned her head so her lips were on his.
Cordelia closed her eyes.
Soft, at first, lips on his and pressing down--but a moment later, those lips parted, yielding and warm, still tasting faintly of the honeyed, spiced red wine she had sipped earlier.
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Date: 2013-05-14 05:01 pm (UTC)Fingers in his hair, drawing him close, drawing closer herself, until their chests pressed together and noses bumped and she turned her head so her lips were on his.
Cordelia closed her eyes.
Soft, at first, lips on his and pressing down--but a moment later, those lips parted, yielding and warm, still tasting faintly of the honeyed, spiced red wine she had sipped earlier.