[When at first their lips touch, Sal's smirking. Anathema might not be a real, actual princess but she does command a few unique privileges; touching Sal in such a frank and forceful way among them. She's got no reason to protest this, at all, and in the span of a breathy chuckle she leans down a little further and rights her position.
Her hands come up to gently run along Anathema's face, her thumbs resting warmly at the base of her jaw. Sal's been thinking of this for—a hell of a long time, honestly, and she's going to savor this, world at large be damned. There's nothing else to fill her awareness but Anathema's mouth, soft and more insistent as the kiss continues; the smooth warmth of her skin against the palms of her hands; the subtle hint of that perfume she's grown to recognize anywhere; the heat of their bodies pressed together as Anathema keeps her held in place with no distance left to impede them.
It's real nice, is what it is, and when they break apart Sal finds her smile again. A mirror to Anathema's own exhilaration, she takes a moment to adjust her jacket and to sink into a pleasant feeling of self-satisfaction.]
Well we can't have any of that tonight.
[She offers to take Anathema's arm again, ready at last to continue on across the street. For their date! What a fucking magnificent thought.]
You want to tell me more about your history studies over dinner?
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Her hands come up to gently run along Anathema's face, her thumbs resting warmly at the base of her jaw. Sal's been thinking of this for—a hell of a long time, honestly, and she's going to savor this, world at large be damned. There's nothing else to fill her awareness but Anathema's mouth, soft and more insistent as the kiss continues; the smooth warmth of her skin against the palms of her hands; the subtle hint of that perfume she's grown to recognize anywhere; the heat of their bodies pressed together as Anathema keeps her held in place with no distance left to impede them.
It's real nice, is what it is, and when they break apart Sal finds her smile again. A mirror to Anathema's own exhilaration, she takes a moment to adjust her jacket and to sink into a pleasant feeling of self-satisfaction.]
Well we can't have any of that tonight.
[She offers to take Anathema's arm again, ready at last to continue on across the street. For their date! What a fucking magnificent thought.]
You want to tell me more about your history studies over dinner?