Disclaimer: My name is Bruno on Legend of Zelda, and my horse's name is Jisbon. "Hi Bruno! I washed Jisbon for you!" (Razzl3 can confirm this fact) However, je ne m'appelle pas Bruno. Je suis desolée.
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I never liked watching Lisbon leave- I can't stand to have her out of my sight. She's too beautiful, too perfect to be in harm's way as much as she is. But who am I kidding? It's much too late to keep her from the world's corruption- she knows it better than most, and willingly chose to live amidst it, forever fighting it.
But that doesn't mean I don't worry.
Anyway, I guess my idiot side won over once again, because I should have let her get up and walk away just now. It would have worked better with Grace's plan, too. I should have let her leave me. They say if you love something, set it free. Hmm. Whoever came up with that is an idiot.
So, in a moment of weakness, I reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her back. Which put us in this position.
Lisbon's face is... well, apart from being drop-dead gorgeous, her face is covered in shock. She can't believe that this is actually happening. Quite frankly, I'm not sure that I believe it either, but I suppose if this were a dream, it wouldn't be near as awkward.
The world is at a standstill. Then, gradually, I begin to notice something. A reddish tint is slowly, gently taking over Teresa's features.
She's blushing. And it's adorable. I beam. She's lightly smiling, but cocks an eyebrow. "What?" she demands.
"You're blushing, Agent Lisbon."
She smiles a bit. "Shut up."
"Okay." I lean back, and use my hand to pretend to zip my lips and toss the key.
She relaxes a bit, obviously relieved that some of the tension has broken. Some. Without me talking, she quickly realizes the awkward nature of our conversation. Or, uh, silence.
And naturally, she wants to escape this tension. She notice me watching her and casts her gaze downwards. Oh, Teresa. Why, oh why are you so hot in the morning?
I want so badly to kiss her right now. So badly. And I'd be lying to myself if I pretended not to notice that she wants me too.
I continue watching her as she glances nervously at me, then back down. She then starts to stand up, and... Wait. Stand up?!? Not on my watch...
She's only just begun to stand up, so it's fairly easy for me to pull her down again- I grab her by the shoulders again, and yank her down, so we're in pretty much the same position we were in before, only we're closer, and I think that we both can feel the new tension in the air. Teresa is still so shocked that she can't speak, and so perfect and gorgeous in this moment that I don't let her speak- not that I have a choice, as I've apparently taken complete leave of my senses.
For a moment we both sit there, breathless, and then I can't take it any more. And apparently, neither can she. Simultaneously, we grab each other, as if waiting another second will kill us. Our lips collide in midair, frantically searching for one another. We kiss aggressively, both mad with desire. I can't get enough of her, and so I carry on kissing her, I think its clear to both of us that right now, I am in control, for I analyze her every movement, knowing exactly what she wants. I've kissed a lot of women, but this... this is different, because I've never felt anything like this. I feel her fire, her aggressive boldness, and I counter. I neutralize. Which, as expected, infuriates her. She attacks my lips again, wanting her control back, wanting me to submit, and I nearly do, but I know that resisting will drive her insane, so I resist. I gently kiss her back, forcing her to soften. She realizes what I'm doing, and moans ever-so-softly in frustration. Then, as she finally submits to my slow, gentle kiss, time stops, and we break off, gasping for air.
And silently, with our heads about a foot apart, we look at each other. What have we done?
And we smile. And we keep kissing.
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