Serina felt like she might actually faint. She could not believe that Izzy was standing here in front of her and having this surreal conversation. She bit her lip as well, nervously trying to figure out what she was supposed to do. Her stomach felt all fluttery and she trembled a little. She could not seem to stand still. When Izzy stepped forward, Serina actually let out a little gasp. She had not expected this. Her eyes flicked from Isabella's eyes to that soft, kissable mouth and she saw how firmly the girl is biting down on her lower lip. Could Izzy be just as nervous as her?<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked back to Izzy's and she almost got lost. Such pretty, pretty eyes. Her momentary lapse in concentration is stopped in its tracks when Izzy starts trying to come up with a nickname. The words rush from those perfect lips in a jumbled mess as though she is trying to say then all at once. Serina blushes, maybe Izzy was even more nervous than she was. Serina's smile widened as Izzy got lost in thought, rattling off whatever names come to mind. She took advantage of the distraction to take another step closer. The floral scent of Izzy's perfume made a little moan escape the girl's lips. She would never, ever tire of that scent. The mention of the nickname 'Lady Von Snakes-alot' made Serina burst out laughing. She leaned forward slightly, giggling and resting a hand on Izzy's shoulder to keep herself upright.<br/><br/>Her eyes lit up.<span style="color: green">"Isssabella shhh." </span>She cooed softly, before leaning in and pressing her lips softly to Izzy's. She kiss is tentative at first but it is not long before Serina's hand slides back to stroke through Izzy's hair. Her head turned slightly to deepen the kiss and her fangs lightly graze Isabella's surely tender lower lip. Serina could not believe what she had done. She was terrified that Izzy would pull away. She was terrified that in the moment she might have messed up what she had been dreaming would happen for so long. Despite her concern she kept up the kiss, silently praying that Izzy would not be too shocked.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>