Breathe
His own breath caught in his throat as his nose brushed ever so gingerly against hers, their lips a hair's breadth apart. "Are you sure..?" His voice broke through the silence, pulling Kohana from her reverie as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. The last thing he'd want is for her to regret what they had, she was Senju's best friend.
The faint scent of nicotine hung off Takeomi's lips as calloused fingertips cradled Kohana's jaw gingerly between thumb and forefinger, slowly closing the distance between their bodies. Coffee-colored hues flickered back and forth between sky blue hues and glossy, parted lips, hesitating if he should go through with this. Morally, Takeomi knew their relationship was shameful; eleven years between them yet when they were together like this, just the two of them, his worries fell through. A coarse thumb juts across Kohana's bottom lip with a feather-like touch, watching the way they parted a fraction almost instinctually to release a baited breath, cheekbones dusted a scarlet flush at the proximity between them.
His own breath caught in his throat as his nose brushed ever so gingerly against hers, their lips a hair's breadth apart. "Are you sure..?" His voice broke through the silence, pulling Kohana from her reverie as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. The last thing he'd want is for her to regret what they had, she was Senju's best friend.
"Y...Yes." A reply was stuttered out, voice meek and barely above a whisper, reverberating against Takeomi's lips as heavy lidded hues examined her features as the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as his heart skipped a beat in his chest before silencing her in a lip lock.
Her lips were pliant against his own as he swallowed the gasp that tumbled from her, hand sliding to curl around the back of her neck to cradle her body against his own.