She leans in, very slowly, very carefully, and brushes her lips against his.
It's such a tiny thing, but... there's not that much that could prepare him for it. It feels like all the sweetness that comes from life on the edge of a razor. It's Jack and Coke and sun on the water and blades in an alley.
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Date: 2004-11-04 09:47 pm (UTC)It's such a tiny thing, but... there's not that much that could prepare him for it. It feels like all the sweetness that comes from life on the edge of a razor. It's Jack and Coke and sun on the water and blades in an alley.