For the first second, Boomer felt only the physical sensation of lips on lips, moving in a way that to anyone else would have screamed inexperience, but it was his first kiss too, so he didn't notice it. It felt nice enough, but not quite the fireworks like in movies. But before he could even finish that thought, the emotional aspects of it rushed through him, like drinking from a hose and finding after a delay it was turned to full-blast. The realization of what was happening and with whom hit him harder than she ever had and frankly almost floored him. The main thing keeping him up was knowing that if he dropped, it would end. At that moment, that sounded like it would be the biggest catastrophe in human history.<br/><br/>As the kiss continued and the joy in Boomer grew exponentially with each second, his hands moved subtly on her shoulders, rubbing them through the smooth material of the nightgown straps. Like they wanted to take part in this event, but knew they couldn't go to certain places to make her feel really good, so the shoulders would do.<br/><br/>After what seemed like going by a moment at full super-speed, it was over. Her lips weren't touching his anymore. He didn't know if he broke it or if she did, but he wanted to do it again very soon. But not now. Now, he was in awe of the sudden new look of Bubbles. It was as if she was part of the moonlight, given human form and feel, combined with the distant stars. She was the beauty of Luna with the warmth of a star in her eyes. One of his hands slid up her neck to where it had been that morning during what was almost their first kiss, his thumb now rubbing her temple trying to see if she was real or if he was dreaming of her again.