This Has To Stop

"Sort of poetic...like...almost like they're letting us hang onto a glimmer of hope that life can be never-ending..."

"It must be nice to be a star. When you die, nobody realises for 200 years but when they do, it looks spectacular."

Kenneth smiled, turning to look at her.

Saphy blew the snow off her fae and smiled at him.

Kenneth started to lean in.

Saphy blinked at him.

Kenneth stroked her cheek softly, smiling as their noses touched.

Saphy blushed, but didn't pull away.

(OOC: msn?)

Kenneth slowly leant in, brushing their lips together.

Saphy's eyes widened. She wasn't sure what to do.

Kenneth settled his lips over hers in a kiss.

Saphy blushed, and then very slowly ran a hand up to the base of Kenneth's head.

Kenneth smiled, kissing her softly.

Saphy was totally petrifed as to what she was meant to be doing.

Kenneth pulled away. "I'm sorry..."

Saphy was stammering.

"I-I-I... Nobody's ever kissed me before."

"Oh, gosh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to steal it from you! I should have asked!"

"I must be a rubbish kisser," Saphy said, and then wodnered why that was worrying her.

"No, just kiss back..." Kenneth whispered, leaning in and kissing her again.

Saphy did what came naturally, and kissed back lowly.

Kenneth smiled into the kiss.

Saphy was suddenly aware of the fact she was lying on her back, and her body was very close to Kenneth's. Very close indeed.

Kenneth was only thinking of the kiss.

Saphy closed her eyes, just concentrating on the place where her lips touched Kenneth's.

Kenneth stroked her cheek.