[She breathes a soft whine at the loss of his lips on hers, the crispness of the winds so high up making them tingle against the heat that he left behind. But when his mouth finds her chest and a way beneath the soft cotton, the pendant shifts, jingling softly in their ears as she tips back to expose more of herself for him.]
You are the one who asked. [The words ride out of her on an airy half-laugh, half-growl.] You aren't even watching the fireworks.
[Her fingers tug into his hair, and when she lets her eyes open, heavy-lidded, she sees an explosion of purples and blues in the sky.]
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You are the one who asked. [The words ride out of her on an airy half-laugh, half-growl.] You aren't even watching the fireworks.
[Her fingers tug into his hair, and when she lets her eyes open, heavy-lidded, she sees an explosion of purples and blues in the sky.]
And you kissed me first.