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Her lips collided with his and that single thing, as simple as it may seem, made him realize that he wouldn't be able to keep his distance from her anymore. Maybe he wasn't the best for her but he could keep her safe, happy even. He had never felt like this before. He never wanted someone this much. Maybe a little too much. Even though he was put in this trance of need and desire he just couldn't stop being careful with her. He felt that if he touched her too hard or squeezed too hard she would break in his hands.
He put his hands carefully around her waist and brought her closer, impossibly closer, so much that he couldn't tell the difference between their sweaty bodies. He knew he wanted her, he wanted to feel the softness of her skin, he wanted to hear her uneven breaths against his lips. He didn't just wanted her he needed her and he just couldn't stop himself from taking what he needed. Though he still refrained from grabbing her waist tighter than he should.
On the other hand she was digging her nails in his bicep pulling him closer with every opportunity. Kissing him hungrily, moaning between his lips. Withdrawing just for a second to take quick uneven breaths before diving back right into his. They were kissing right there on the sink entangled in each other. Kissing touching wherever they could find unclothed skin. Pulling each other tighter against their bodies like they wanted, no needed to become one.
After some time of this Bill could feel his lungs screaming for air and even though his skin was screaming for hers he couldn't ignore it anymore. With a wet noise their mouths parted and their eyes opened.
And what he saw the moment he opened them he would never be able to forget. He was sure he saw a flower blooming carefully in her brown orbs but he was so drunk by her, that he could have easily imagined it. He pulled back a little so he could see her a little better. She looked like a flower which someone had played with. Her hair raffled, a curl falling gracefully in front of her left eye and the rest hiding her cherry blossomed cheeks from him. Lips swollen and puffy like rose petals. His green eyes traveled further down to discover that the strap of her dressed had traveled down her shoulder, exposing her recently bitten collarbones. The dress had hunched up at some point and was now showing the soft skin of her thighs. Skin he knew was exposed only for him. Skin he wished that would be never touched by another. He thought, just thought that; if she let him he would keep her all to himself; hidden away so only he could see her beauty. While he was lost on her, she had the chance to observe him. The thing she notices first is the white shirt that was barely sitting on the edge of his shoulders. The white getting lost in his pale complexion making him look completely bare in front of her. Taking her hand she lets it rest in the middle of his chest dragging only a finger slowly wherever her eyes trailed. Following a vein toward his sharp jaw, staying there for just a second wondering is she could get cut by touching it. Giggling with herself just for a second about her childish thoughts before she let her finger travel further. With a feather like touch she trailed his flustered cheekbone, then petting his nose once. She skimmed the outline of his heart shaped lips while adoring their deep red color. For just a second she thought she could see a little fire dancing on his lips but maybe just maybe she was so drunk by him she could have imagined it. Her eyes stayed frozen on his lips. She was afraid that If she looked at his eyes she would see only regret and she wasn't sure If she could handle that. For such and independent person she felt so stupid to be afraid to look at another's eyes but she knew better. From a young age she realized that eyes where never simple, they were never just eyes. Eyes could tell you a lot about a persons state. That was because of the way the colors changed rapidly, like crushing. Eyes could tell you a lot and she wasn't sure what she wanted to hear at that moment. Cold fingers pushed her head upwards and a soft almost inaudible voice told her to look at him. After a quick count of his freckles her eyes met his and she was amazed and utterly confused by the colors of them. They were like a green forest on a autumn afternoon, only this forest was drown in a crystal clear see. She could nearly see little orange peaks like leafs falling over the places where green and blue became one.
