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bella_bonasera used with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Stella. Follows THIS and THIS. TWP prompt: Overdressed.]
This hadn’t been part of his plans for the evening.
She tasted like champagne. Not strongly in the sense that she was drunk, just the light, sweet aftertaste of champagne in the back of her mouth as she kissed him back. He didn’t mean to cross a line, and he hadn’t even planned on kissing her to begin with.
This wasn’t what their friendship was about. Not saying that he wouldn’t want more to their friendship than what he had—he cared about Stella very much—but this was Stella. She’d been screwed over by guys in the past, and he didn’t want to be the guy to do it again. He cared about Stella, more than he probably should. He hadn’t intended to kiss her. He still wasn’t entirely sure that the kiss was his fault. In fact, he was relatively certain she had met him in the middle, which was slightly more comforting, but he still wasn’t sure that this was the best move to be making right now.
He still felt this way when he followed her into her apartment, still kissing her, and he felt her fingers close around his tie and pull him closer, deepening the kiss slightly. He groaned slightly into the kiss, following her lead as she moved back against the wall behind her. He felt his arm hit the wall behind her, and he pulled back slightly. Mostly to catch his breath, but also to double check.
“Stell—”
( *** )
613 words
bella_bonasera used with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Stella. Follows THIS and THIS. TWP prompt: Overdressed.]This hadn’t been part of his plans for the evening.
She tasted like champagne. Not strongly in the sense that she was drunk, just the light, sweet aftertaste of champagne in the back of her mouth as she kissed him back. He didn’t mean to cross a line, and he hadn’t even planned on kissing her to begin with.
This wasn’t what their friendship was about. Not saying that he wouldn’t want more to their friendship than what he had—he cared about Stella very much—but this was Stella. She’d been screwed over by guys in the past, and he didn’t want to be the guy to do it again. He cared about Stella, more than he probably should. He hadn’t intended to kiss her. He still wasn’t entirely sure that the kiss was his fault. In fact, he was relatively certain she had met him in the middle, which was slightly more comforting, but he still wasn’t sure that this was the best move to be making right now.
He still felt this way when he followed her into her apartment, still kissing her, and he felt her fingers close around his tie and pull him closer, deepening the kiss slightly. He groaned slightly into the kiss, following her lead as she moved back against the wall behind her. He felt his arm hit the wall behind her, and he pulled back slightly. Mostly to catch his breath, but also to double check.
“Stell—”
( *** )
613 words
