(Their foreheads rest together. Aira’s hands still clutch Violet’s shirt gently, not wanting to let go. Violet runs a thumb across Aira’s cheek)
Violet
You don’t even flinch when I touch you.
Aira
Why would I? You’re not trying to hurt me
Violet
Not yet.
Aira
[Quietly] I trust you.
Violet
[Lifts Aira’s chin] Come here.
Aira
(Aira’s back presses against the soft arm of the couch as Violet gently guides her down, hovering just above. She kisses her again, slower now. Exploring. Learning.)
Aira
[Eyes fluttering shut] Violet…
Violet
Say it again.
Aira
Violet
Violet
(Her name sounds like a prayer, or a plea. Violet leans in, kissing just below Aira’s jaw now, trailing her lips gently down to her collarbone)
Aira
(Aira’s breath hitches)
Violet
[Voice soft, teasing yet reverent] You’re so warm.
Aira
[Whispers] So are you… everywhere.
(Violet chuckles against her skin, her fingers sliding up beneath the hem of Aira’s shirt. Her touch is slow, waiting for any hesitation—but Aira arches into it instead, her body answering before her lips can.)
Aira
Don’t stop
Violet
I wasn’t planning to
(Violet tasting each new inch of skin like it’s art, and Aira gasping softly, tracing the edge of Violet’s jaw with trembling fingers.)
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