into the night [cazzie]

fifteen

IZZIE HAD NEVER BEEN KISSED LIKE THIS BEFORE. Sure, Casey and her had kissed once, but there were many differences between their first kiss and the one they were sharing now.

Their first kiss, like many first kisses, had been soft. It was the sort of kiss where you're testing the waters, exploring a new and exciting thing. Overall, the kiss was gentle. It was a brand new feeling, but it just felt so right that it was familiar and comforting at the same time.

This time, Izzie knew how good it felt to kiss Casey. She remembered how perfectly their lips had melded together, and she never wanted to let go. When she had kissed the brunette the first time, she didn't know that they would get into a fight the same day. She didn't know that they would never kiss again for another week. Back then, she didn't know how easy it was to lose someone forever, and Izzie knew that if Casey hadn't kissed her this night, she probably wouldn't have ever kissed her again.

So Izzie treated this moment like it could never happen again. Although she had been a bit upset with Casey before, Izzie let her resentment wash away as she began to remember what was so amazing about the track star in the first place. She realized that nothing was worth losing Casey over and decided that she would definitely be forgiving her.

As she realized this, Izzie brought one hand to Casey's cheek and brought the other to the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. Casey was still soaking wet from walking from the rain, and Izzie could feel the water getting on her shirt, but that was the least of her worries. Izzie deepened the kiss, trying to make the magical moment last forever. There was a passion and fire in the kiss that Izzie had never experienced before. Not with Nate. Not with Sawyer.

After several long moments, Izzie pulled back slightly, bringing both of her arms and resting them on Casey's shoulders. Her hands met loosely behind Casey's neck. The brunette had both arms on Izzie's waist, even though it was a bit cumbersome for her to do so with her cast. Casey rested her forehead on Izzie's, and Izzie was immediately brought back to the night of their forehead promise. She felt the deja vu, but she was glad to know that this time, their moment wouldn't be interrupted.

The raven-haired girl stayed quiet for a few moments, just soaking in the moment. There they were, on her front porch, on a storming summer day. Izzie heard the booming thunder yet again from the distance, but she didn't care. She was here, with Casey. Casey was here. The track captain took in several short breaths, closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to catch her breath.

"Izzie?" Casey's voice finally broke the silence. It was barely above a whisper, but Izzie immediately opened her eyes and looked into Casey's. Meeting Casey's eyes sent shivers down her spine. "Do you still want me to go? The rain's supposed to lighten up... I can go now."

"No, no," Izzie shook her head slightly. "Stay, please stay."

Casey bit her lip, almost as if she was trying to keep herself from smiling. But Izzie could tell that she was brightening up. It made her happy to know that Casey was happy, even if she was trying to hide her emotions with a poker face.

"Are you sure?" the brunette questioned. "We can work it out later... I'm sure you didn't plan to have a house guest right now. And you must be still mad at me."

"Newton, I promise you, we're good," Izzie smiled slightly, placing a hand on Casey's chest. "I accept your apology, okay? Seriously, I know you were being sincere, and you just being here reminds me... Well, I just could never afford to lose you."

"Are you being real right now?" Casey asked, almost in disbelief.

"Yeah, dummy," the raven-haired girl giggled. "You mean so much to me, Case, and this week has only proven how much I missed you. I was just being a hard-ass who was too stubborn to admit that to you."