<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Earlier in the School year<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>It was a game a first, but gone was any sort of excuse, any sort of pretense. Dark lips were flush with pink lips, the strawberry? Long gone. She could not bring herself to pull her lips from the embrace. Her head tilted ever so slightly and her head moves forward, the pressure between her lips and the lips that they were pressed against increased. Even the giggles stifled replaced by the sound of shuffling feet as the scene unfolded in front of the group of slumber party goers.<br/><br/>A curious tongue gently traces along her lips, it was easy to feel, and the action created a response. Her own tongue lashes out, the tip pressing against the underside of the tongue that was gently probing along her lips. It felt right... at least to her, the room seemed to swirl, her head suddenly feeling lighter than the air around her. She has felt this way before, though usually when she did not feel well, or one of her ears was infected but this time the one thing that was making her head feel so light? The blonde woman who she was connected to at the lips.<br/><br/>And suddenly it was broken, a soft smack of lips parting was the only sound that was heard in the room. Her lips remain open ever so slightly, a single trail of saliva from within her partially opened mouth continued to connect her with the mouth of her longtime friend, and the woman who she had just begun to realize she did -truly- love in more ways that she thought. The blindfold around the blond woman's eyes pulled up and off, as was the restraints on her own hands by the hands of 'fish' who half looked on in rapt curiosity, half looked on with an embarrassed flush to their cheeks.<br/><br/>Words did not come, at least not right then, if only because she did not want the tenuous string of saliva that still connected the mouth of the two to be broken, it was a lifeline, small and fine as a spider's web and so fragile that a small breeze would destroy it. It held, for several long moments, a visible, physical contact between the two. It was inevitable that it broke, the sound of a door opening along with the influx of air caused it to float away into oblivion. She was sad that the bond was gone, that the last indication of the kiss that the pair had shared floated off into nothingness. Her heart sank, the light-headed feeling of exhalation was replaced by the cold, weighty feeling of reality.<br/><br/>For good or bad... For heartbreak or for joy this was a moment that she would never forget.