<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8473.msg318594#msg318594">Quote from: Silkcat on 21-02-2007, 14:17:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Andi feels a bit nervous in his presence, but there's some excitement in the nervousness.  She smiles, even as one hand can be seen to shake a tiny bit.<br/><br/>"Okay."  she says, a bit of flutter in the voice.  (Oh come on, it's not like you haven't kissed guys on the lips before) she berates herself.<br/><br/>She leans into him to kiss him on the lips, her eyes closing, her lips lightly held shut...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Without closing his eyes, or showing any gesture of acceptance other than to move his clove cigarette out of the way so as not to burn her with it, Lucan watches her stoop close and press her lips to his.  His own lips move, very subtly, to meet hers, in a mild, but still sensual, kiss.<br/><br/>What should have been exceptionally simple and forgettable feels, instead, like the nervous, inner vibrations of a first kiss when the hormones of youth overwhelm the rationale.  It even comes with the nervous shame of having done something wrong... strangely enough...a combination of shame and arousal.<br/><br/>His lips linger on hers, but he makes no move to try to steal more of a kiss, or press the contact... To an outsider, it seems he simply returns the kiss and, a moment later, watches as she draws back.  For some time, however, she will have the distinct impression that she can still feel his lips on hers, and that they would feel absolutely remarkable elsewhere, or for longer.  And she will feel his gaze burning hungrily into her from time to time... strange, because this will happen at moments when he is not even looking at her, as when he might be turning a joke, speaking directly into the eyes of someone else, or turned away from the table momentarily.<br/><br/>She can feel the bulge of a chip, where there was none before, in the hip pocket of her taut jeans.