Dote

Her unmoving lips remained unmoving. As his were similar to her position. She'd never tried doing this obscure action , kissing. And she was foriegn as to how do so. ' What are we doing Ms.Beckette ? ' Ambrose murmured roughly, since their lips had been awkwardly attached for the past two minutes , causing his warm breath to blow onto her face, intitiating tingles.

' Kissing Mr.Toburant . I'm kissing you. ' Fantine voice cracked as realisation dawned on her. She'd shut her eyes rigorously , praying he'd go along with her and kiss her. However , his lips remained unmoving , simply embedded on hers.

In such a peaceful manner , she'd tilted her head away , causing their lips to part from each other. Her arms had still imprisoned his neck , as she'd burried her face in his bare chest. He'd smelt of sweat and dirt , as he was insigificantly affixed. Something so familiar to her enticed her senses. Shame . She'd felt the most rejected. Was her touch revolting to such an extent ?

' Do you wish upon a kiss , Ms.Beckette ? Ambrose grunted out , in her ears , as Fantine was still wrapped all over him. He'd felt her breaths bang against his chest and her lips slightly rub with his chest as well , arousing goosebumps on it. ' I do' she'd whispered softly.