<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ Marisol, sharing a special kiss with Bo, etc. ~</em><br/><br/>The touch of Bo's fingers on her chin made her breath come out in a quiet quiver and her eyes darken even more. When their lips finally touched, Marisol felt a tremor of sudden awareness make its way down her spine. The kiss shared was powerful; leaving her body shifting slightly towards Bo in an automatic response to their newly formed bond. While it was still new and still very fragile, Mari felt his response and couldn't help but feel her breath catch, having felt it too. It had been very lightly; if she hadn't been thinking about the connection, she would have missed it. But it had been there. Or at least...she sincerely hoped it had been there.<br/><br/>As soon as their lips broke, Mari looked into Bo's eyes and felt him...slam the walls back down. In his eyes she saw a hint of disappointment, so quick and sudden that it stole her breath away. Had...he been not been pleased by the kiss? Running her tongue along her lower lip, Marisol scooted back and flashed Bo a soft smile, her lips still tingling from the kiss. She had no chance to respond though as she saw his gaze shift to Mila. And suddenly...things got a little troublesome.<br/><br/>A worried frown crossed her features before she schooled them as she watched Mila go from Bo to then Marcus. Her response had been polite...but that was it. No, she was holding herself back. Even now Marisol had learned from Mila herself that she was scared of messing up...and she remembered how all three of them had agreed to explore the sexual aspect together. While this did not count as a heavy sexual aspect, it was still an experiment between all of them. And Mila needed their support. As Marisol looked at Mila, Nicci seemed to have felt the same way because she took the initiative to guide Mila's hand back to Bo's...and she quickly corrected the situation.<br/><br/>For one simple moment, Mari held her breath, wondering if Mila was going to balk and pull away from them. It was a...monumental moment. If Mila pulled out then it showed that there were still some reservations about the group. But if she proceeded to follow through with the 'dare'...well then, things would stabilize even more. Their foundation would grow even stronger. As Mira bit her lower lip, she looked at Mila, hoping that her friend saw the encouragement in her eyes. Mila needed to do this. Not for anyone else but herself.<br/><br/>And Mila did. Marisol's breath <em>whooshed</em> out, a happy smile curved her lips. As soon as Mila sat against the sofa, Marisol scooted over to the woman and wrapped an arm around her, hugging her tight. She couldn't help it, the kiss to Mila's cheek was automatic as she whispered, "I am so proud of you." The pleasure was evident in her eyes. Mila had taken a step towards opening up to the group, and she had done it remarkably well. It pleased Marisol <em>greatly</em>.<br/><br/>Looking at Marcus, Marisol arched an eyebrow and said teasingly, "You seem to be the last one, handsome." She gave him a playful smile as she looked between Nicci, Mila and herself, before asking, "Want to pick which one first?"</span>