Wonder Struck

T E M P O R A R Y

"I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you, Angel," I speak as we twirl around the gazebo, while white twinkling lights shine above our heads and faint music floats over from the party. 

"Well, technically speaking," he says shakily, "there are an estimated seven other people in the world who look just like-"

I stop him before he can continue by removing one hand from around his neck and placing it over his mouth.

"Hush," I say with a roll of my eyes behind my mask.

"I don't care if they look just like you. Heck, I don't even care what you look like, considering I don't know how you look at all, but I know for a fact that no one could ever be as absolutely wonderful as you."

Now I was grinning. He was really wonderful and it was about time someone told him that. I was especially proud that I had the honor to be the first one to do it.

"I-I just," he stutters out before being interrupted.

Fireworks shot out over our heads in brilliant colors. Blues, golds, reds and everything in between sparkling over us.

We both silently make our way to the edge of the gazebo to get a better look. Somehow, we ended up in a position with his arm slung over my waist, pulling me into his side while my head was resting against his chest. 

I would give anything to know what he was thinking in those moments as the fireworks went off over heads.

But, soon enough the light show ended and the final few songs of the night were being played. It was obvious a few people had left immediately after the light show, but there was still a large crowd left.

"Hey, Angel, do you by chance have a watch? I kinda need to know th-" I was cut off before I could finish my sentence. This time though I wasn't cut of with words.

I was cut off by his warm lips pressing against mine softly, hesitantly, as if he had never kissed anyone before.

I was so shocked that for a minute I simply stood there, my eyes wide open while his lips were softly coaxing mine to move against them. Although I was attracted to him, I had never really thought about getting romantically involved with Angel. Heck, we had only met a few hours ago, but I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to kiss him back, desperately, but I wasn't sure about what would come after that.

After what seemed to be an entire century, but must have only been a few seconds, he began to pull away. Finally realizing what was happening, I made my decision.

And I wasn't going to let him go that easily.

I caressed his head in both of my hands and pulled him back to meet my heated lips. Unlike our kind-of almost first kiss with him being hesitant, not knowing what to do and me not knowing what I wanted, I knew. I knew I wanted him and he wanted me so I pulled him as close as possible and traced my tongue against his soft lower lip.

My hands tangled deep into his hair as our tongues danced together. This wasn't like any kiss I had had before, book I had read, or movie I had watched. It wasn't sparks or fireworks wherever our skin touched. It was pure heat, a fire that started at our lips and spread throughout my whole body until it had consumed me whole and burned my entire being.

And I loved it.

An eternity later, we pulled away from each other to breath. His mask was askew on his face as I'm sure mine was and he reached up to adjust it, eyes shut closed and breathing hard.

I'm sure my lip stick was smudged, my hair was wild, and that I was breathing as hard as he is if not more, but all those thoughts flew from my mind. Right now, in this moment here with him, even though we agreed not to do it, even if it was only temporary, all I wanted (other than to kiss him again) was for him to know who I was and to know who he was as well. After less than a second of hesitation I did it.

I took off my mask.

"Angel, I know I agreed earlier that we wouldn't take off our masks, but I just need for you to know who I am and I would really like to know who you are too," I blurt out faux calmly.

I searched his face, well what little bit I could see between the little light and his mask, as he stared at me in silence. I wanted some kind of emotion from him. Anything really, recognition, happiness, disappointment.

All I got was a mask. Figuratively and literally.

"Um, actually I, uh, I've got to go," he says, that hard expression on his face still present.

"What do you mean? How will I find you?" I ask softly, grabbing his hands in my own wig a worried expression on my face.

"Goodbye," he told me quickly, slipping something into my hand before disappearing into the night. I was alone alone with my thoughts, shocked into stillness for the millionth time that night. The only clear thought in my mind was how amazingly wonderful it had been while it lasted.

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not edited

ahh that was the first time i've ever written a kissing scene so i hope it wasn't too cringe-worthy

gif is what i kinda imagine them to look like dancing under the gazebo  (not the actors or the outfits though obviously)

~ holland