Season of the kiss [ENG]

Season of the kiss

First kiss.

A soft, almost unexpected kiss.
The first kiss had come in the silence of a room, in the heart of their intimacy. It had taken place in DA4901's apartment, during a conversation in which they were talking about what had happened during their work: a way to be part of each other's lives, to better understand the feelings they had when faced with daily events.
Suddenly a sweet melody had come from the window: the music of the parasympathetic system, a symphony that had begun to relax their hearts and minds tired from hard work.
The erythrocyte had risen from the table where they were sitting and reached out a hand toward J-1178 in a gentle invitation.
«Would you like to dance?»
She had nodded, unblinking. She couldn't have turned down such a kind request, even though that was actually the first time she'd ever danced with anyone. In fact, it was her first time dancing in general.
J-1178 had taken that hand and followed him, not preventing DA4901 from encircling her waist with one arm. With red cheeks the leucocyte had begun to follow all of the erythrocyte's steps, letting herself be guided by his movements, but that serene atmosphere had been interrupted several times by the fact that she had inadvertently stepped on his toes. A succession of «Sorry» and «Never mind» had followed one another in that room, until DA4901 had halted his pace.
«Maybe... maybe it's better if we just stop, what do you say?»
«I'd say so, otherwise at this rate you'll go back to work with a limp!»
They had looked into each other's eyes, losing themselves in the depths of their gazes filled with the sincere affection they felt for each other. The girl was feeling up to her ears the beats of her heart, which mingled with the melody that was heard in the air, while the erythrocyte's hand had begun to caress her back and arm; he had then moved a lock of her hair behind her ear, gently touching her cheek.
The distance between their faces had become shorter and shorter, and when their noses had touched, J-1178 had slowly closed her eyes and opened her lips, which she had pressed gently against her partner's. For a few seconds she had remained motionless, their lips together as DA4901's hand had slipped behind her neck.
Then they had pulled apart, and the leucocyte had opened her eyes again. Their gazes had met again, and their hands had intertwined. A silent smile had surfaced between those lips that had been joined, assuring their loved ones that they were happy for that small act of love that had involved them.
After that kiss, a second one had come immediately, then a third and a fourth. Since then, J-1178 had lost count of all the kisses they had exchanged, but she had never forgotten the first one.
That was because it had been a special kiss, the first from the person she would love for the rest of her life.

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Deep kiss.

J-1178 was never tired of kissing him, on their nights of passion. It was the most direct way to communicate how she felt about him, to let him know that she needed him, that she wanted him in every way.
And, through her kisses, she was happy to know that he felt the same way with her.
Their mouths were increasingly greedy with passion, their throats tightened in a strong grip from the emotion. She let herself go, plunging into the sensations her body was feeling in close contact with that of her beloved one.
In her everyday life she never allowed others to touch her, but it was different with DA4901. Ever since her first time - their first time - J-1178 had known she could trust him, and she'd known it right through his kisses: gentle and slow, they concealed a sensuality that was capable of taking her to the limits of excitement. Those thin lips that sought out hers had the power to make her relax, to erase the weight of her daily struggles, while gentle caresses traveled all over her body and explored even the most sensitive spots.
«You don't know how much I missed you...» the erythrocyte told her every time.
«You too...» was her reply.
They weren't used to talking much in that passionate act of love. They let their bodies do the talking, as they undressed their loved ones of the clothes they wore, through pure laughter and ardent moans as their hands sought each other and intertwined several times.
Those kisses started from the lips and settled all over the body, following the movement of the eyes that savored every single detail. Those lips whispered sweet «I love you», to the rhythm of the breaths that grew shorter and shorter and the bodies that clung and clenched as they followed their emotions.
They never stopped kissing, not even during their intercourse where those kisses took on meanings of reassurance and strength: the absolute union of their souls, the total abandonment and trust in the arms of their beloved, in order to belong to each other in a rush of irrational energies mixed with well-being, finding themselves in each other's eyes.
Those kisses didn't stop afterwards, when their breaths returned to normal and tiredness began to make its way. Any appearance of lust had left those kisses, giving way to tenderness and peace of mind: they were lighter kisses but just as full of feeling, the same feeling that had shown itself in the previous minutes in the shape of an overwhelming passion.
All those kisses made her feel part of a world, that happy world that they themselves had created and that, every day, she too hoped would never be shattered.