[ At first Dia doesn't respond at all, and Mari braces herself for the inevitable blow-up as soon as the kiss registers. Yup, okay. Definitely getting yelled at. She's a second from pulling back -- but then, against all odds, she feels Dia reciprocate.
Every thought in Mari's head bursts into a gushing stream of oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh, and she can't help bouncing on the balls of her feet before sinking deeeper into the kiss. She's good about it, though! They made a deal, and loose as her physical boundaries can be, Mari respects that. She keeps one hand at Dia's side and slips the other into her hair, to lightly thread her fingers through it. It's so smooth and silky and probably one of her favorite-feeling things in the whole world, and Mari sighs into Dia's mouth, utterly content.
In contrast, Dia's lips feel a little rough against her own -- she's never been too good with winter, the cold and the wind chapping her delicate skin. Mari likes that about her, too. Likes the way her cheeks would get all pink when they're outside for too long, and how when she gets just cold enough she'd stop complaining about her clinginess, and even cling back a little bit.
The plain truth of the matter is that Mari likes everything about Dia, and she's quickly discovering that she likes kissing her, too. A lot. But she keeps true to her word, counting internally up to ten before pulling back -- only to throw herself over Dia's shoulders the same moment. ]
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Every thought in Mari's head bursts into a gushing stream of oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh, and she can't help bouncing on the balls of her feet before sinking deeeper into the kiss. She's good about it, though! They made a deal, and loose as her physical boundaries can be, Mari respects that. She keeps one hand at Dia's side and slips the other into her hair, to lightly thread her fingers through it. It's so smooth and silky and probably one of her favorite-feeling things in the whole world, and Mari sighs into Dia's mouth, utterly content.
In contrast, Dia's lips feel a little rough against her own -- she's never been too good with winter, the cold and the wind chapping her delicate skin. Mari likes that about her, too. Likes the way her cheeks would get all pink when they're outside for too long, and how when she gets just cold enough she'd stop complaining about her clinginess, and even cling back a little bit.
The plain truth of the matter is that Mari likes everything about Dia, and she's quickly discovering that she likes kissing her, too. A lot. But she keeps true to her word, counting internally up to ten before pulling back -- only to throw herself over Dia's shoulders the same moment. ]
Hee! I did it, I got to kiss Dia!