[everything is a new experience. the way her heart beats in her chest-- is it fluttering? the way her stomach seems to twist giddily-- is this what they call "butterflies in your stomach?" the way her cheeks heat up-- embarrassment, but not a bad kind? she feels. . .]
[she feels human, as much as she might look it. it's honestly exhilarating.]
[she's suddenly acutely aware of how warm his hand is in hers, and she lifts her free one to press her fingers against her mouth. she's suddenly acutely aware of how nice it is to have him so close, and not just because she trusts him and considers him an ally. she's suddenly very acutely aware of how endearing he has been in every single conversation they've had, and that possibly (ha, only "possibly") he wasn't just thanking her for being supportive]
[is this what it really feels like? despite all of her reading, her books had never warned her for. . . well. this. for how the entire world can shift around you after something so simple as a kiss]
[she needs to say something]
-- oh!
[she starts, but keeps her hand pressed against her mouth. she's still staring, still wide-eyed, and still flustered]
I've. . . never done that before. [but. she liked it.] It was. . . wetter, than I imagined.
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[she feels human, as much as she might look it. it's honestly exhilarating.]
[she's suddenly acutely aware of how warm his hand is in hers, and she lifts her free one to press her fingers against her mouth. she's suddenly acutely aware of how nice it is to have him so close, and not just because she trusts him and considers him an ally. she's suddenly very acutely aware of how endearing he has been in every single conversation they've had, and that possibly (ha, only "possibly") he wasn't just thanking her for being supportive]
[is this what it really feels like? despite all of her reading, her books had never warned her for. . . well. this. for how the entire world can shift around you after something so simple as a kiss]
[she needs to say something]
-- oh!
[she starts, but keeps her hand pressed against her mouth. she's still staring, still wide-eyed, and still flustered]
I've. . . never done that before. [but. she liked it.] It was. . . wetter, than I imagined.
[GOD I'M SO SORRY NOCT]