Phase

Now

Each time she kissed me was better than the last. Her lips sent sparks through my body that burned and soothed simultaneously. She touched me gently, running her hands down my arms, my waist, linking her fingers with mine.
I tasted her lips- they were more than welcome against mine. She pushed me on to my back and climbed on top of me, wrapping her legs around me. She kissed me again, one hand on the side of my face. I felt the other one settle on my breast.
"Not there," I muttered, "not yet, it's too soon."
"Sorry," she moved her hand down on to my waist.
"It's fine. It's just... if you touch me there I might not have the willpower to stop."
"Who says we have to stop?"
"I'm not ready yet. Not to go all the way," I confessed.
"... me neither. Not really," she blushed.
"We don't have to think about that," I lifted my head and kissed her again, "just think about what's happening now."
The shapes of our lips and noses seemed to interlock perfectly. I never wanted to stop kissing her. Her lips brushed my jawline. She started kissing my neck, leaving shadows of the feeling on my skin. She kissed my collarbone, but didn't go any further down.
We moved so we were next to each other again, still lying down. We were pressed against each other, like there was invisible superglue holding us from collarbone to hips. I kissed her shoulder, finding her hand with mine and holding it tight.
"What are we now?" I asked.
"Forget labels," she smiled, "we're just us."