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Kisses that were soft and chaste were easy to give and receive. Amber thought of them as little presents, affectionate tokens, echoes of the words “I love you”.
Only at the start had it embarrassed Amber, and since then she'd become so practiced at it that it was as easy as moving a pencil across paper. As making marks on a pretty, blank sheet of paper, pressing a kiss here, pressing a kiss here, and here and here and here, until there was certainly no part of Eula's face and neck left that hadn't felt the touch of Amber’s lips against it recently.
Afterwards, she could admire the light that a few dozen kisses added to Eula's features.
Eula's pecks were a bit clumsier, the only ungraceful thing about her, but they were well-intentioned. “Close your eyes,” she'd demanded, the first time she had kissed Amber.
The pressure of Eula's lips had been light and brief, and Amber had reopened her eyes in shock to find Eula's face blushing as red as a cherry.
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“I want to kiss you,” Eula mumbled into the safety of the back of Amber's neck. Hair muffled her voice, almost to the point of obscuring it.
‘Me too,’ Amber wanted to say, because she always wanted to kiss Eula. Instead, she rolled over and let her actions speak, rather than her words, grazing her lips against the softness of Eula's cheek. She moved a small distance to the left, and another slightly above the first. Then right, diagonally to the right again, below... Amazing. Every place her lips touched on Eula's cheek was unique; textured by smooth skin with varying amounts of plumpness and curvature. A spot underneath her eye curved delicately inwards, the fullness from the center of Eula's cheek could not have been confused with a place slightly closer to the corner of her mouth, and her jawline boasted simultaneously of a strong shape and soft skin.
“No…”
“No?” Amber asked, confused. “You didn't like my kisses?”
“I said,” Eula's voice was not getting any louder the longer she spoke, “I said that I wanted to kiss you.”
A smile bloomed on Amber's face. She remembered again, with fondness, the first time Eula had taken the initiative to kiss her. “Want me to close my eyes?”
“Just don't laugh.”
“I won't laugh,” Amber promised.
Of course, Amber already knew better than to laugh. She wouldn't laugh at anyone for being true to their feelings – least of all Eula, who endured so much difficulty to express them to begin with.
“Promise?” Eula asked, so Amber promised again, saying the words outright. With that out of the way, some of Eula's usual strength and poise returned to her voice, “I read about this in a book once.”
Amber received no time, not even a second or a fraction of one, to ponder that statement before Eula leaned in. She wriggled an arm beneath Amber's bottom shoulder in the same motion, as both a cushion and a means to prop themselves up.
The kiss was insistent, but not hard.
Amber felt the tip of Eula's tongue poking at the crease of her lips. It surprised her, but she opened her own mouth as an invitation – and not out of shock.
Nobody had kissed Amber like this before, nor had she ever kissed anyone in this manner.
It was –
Odd. Still clumsy. Kind of moist.
Exhilarating?
Every single one of Amber’s senses seemed determined to zone in on the sensation. Eula's tongue bumped against her own. The motion was shy, and Amber returned it in kind. Despite being unsure if the way she slid against Eula was the “right” way, she found it difficult to be overly concerned about the details when she could be thinking about the warmth of Eula's breath and body instead.
The muscles of Eula's arm flexed beneath Amber's shoulder as she pressed her lips slightly inwards. Amber attempted to wriggle closer, close enough to become physically a part of Eula, as if that was even possible. But if there was even a hair's width of space between their bodies, Amber wanted to be rid of it. The two layers of clothing separating them was nearly too much, and prior to today, close-mouthed kisses and holding hands in public was almost the most intimate they'd ever gotten.
Nothing else mattered, at this moment, outside of the kiss. She was strangely confident that Eula felt the same way, and noted the way Eula's thigh accidentally brushed against hers with a touch of anticipation.
That, she already knew, would have to wait for another day. Neither of them was prepared for it – yet.
Although Amber could still desire for the thought to linger for her own enjoyment. She could still flirt with and tease the possibilities in the safety of her own imagination.
“Can we do that again?” Amber asked, the moment after their mouths parted.
Embarrassed, Eula uttered something about “vengeance” and fled from the room.
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Some time later, Amber would find herself asking a different question: “Exactly what kinds of books has Eula been reading?”
She supposed it didn't matter.
Nor did the type of kiss, chaste or passionate, Amber and Eula enjoyed them both.
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Kisses that were focused and passionate were meant to be shared in private. The swell of emotion and the thrill of physical closeness would have been too overwhelming for other people.
Well, not that Amber would have wanted other people to see to begin with.
Or that Eula would have allowed that to happen.
If the soft, chaste kisses were gifts, Amber thought of these kisses as promises. Much like the first one they'd experienced. Promise not to laugh, promise to tell me if it's too much, to hold me closer, to do this again some day. Promise after vow after pledge, decree, guarantee, oath.
“You know,” Amber said one afternoon, where the two of them had been relaxing up until now without speaking a word, “some of my favorite memories are of your kisses.”
Eula flushed a magnificent, almost unnatural shade of red, and the only thing holding back Amber's laughter was that she had promised not to.
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There would be plenty more kisses in their futures.