<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Momoa.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Just outside the Horse annex<br/><strong>When:</strong>Morning<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lars was nervous, but he could see her face, see her smile. There was no doubt that she appreciated the help, but even if she had given clues on a regular basis, and expressed more than once wanting to be with him through the different activities that they could share, Lars was still nervous. He took a deep breath was her small hands rested on his shoulder, and decided that he would not let courage slip once again.<br/><br/>Lars caught her when she decided to hop off. Lars lowered her to the ground gently, but rather than to remove his hands and take his distance, one of his hands snaked around her waist and pulled her to him gently. If she wanted to break the embrace, she could, whenever she wanted. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, when you are excited like this, riding Tikka.” Lars whispered to her as his free hand came to her cheek and pushed a stray strand of hair.<br/><br/>The hand slipped under her hair to curl around her neck. It was warm, but slightly rough from all the hand work he had done all winter. He leaned in, his heart beating fast and he held his breath for a moment as he aimed for her lips, to take them into a soft and gentle kiss. The first kiss was always the hardest for him, but it was also quite thrilling.<br/></div>