Feng's breath caught in her throat. This was it, what should she do? What did she do with her hands? Ayumi's hands were so soft, so warm, she felt them trace along her face, her jaw, her cheeks, every touch a tingling sensation of contact of connection. It was like Ayumi was using the Force to dance. To guide both of them, in a synchornised movement, but not forced or choreographed, it felt natural, it felt right. Feng couldn't calm her mind to it, but she could be guided by it, just let go, be in the moment, let the moment, the experience, the present be everything. It was like being in battle without the aggression perhaps, but still so full of passion.
Feng let herself flow with the moment, and felt somehow both excited and at peace. She didn't know how that was possible, only that it was because of Ayumi. No one else made her feel this way. Feng had been worried she was just being caught up in someone showing interest in her, but she knew in that moment that wasn't the case. Ayumi was special, she had known that logically, had even felt it in her heart for awhile now, but it was the first time she felt herself acknowledge that the way she made her feel was special.
That was just the build up. Feng tried not to overthink it as the kiss was pressed on her lips. It was soft yet commanding, gentle yet promising more, sensual yet full. Full of life, full of promise, full of everything that was to come. The only problem was it ended far too soon. Feng made a soft mewl of protest at it's end, then bit her lip. She smiled this time not with shyness but with a glint of wickedness, a glint in her eye that she had heard the promise of more, and was making an equal promise to accept in full.
"Oh." Feng made a soft sound and breathed a contented sigh.
All that from just a kiss.
She wanted to say something clever, witty, quippy, all she could think of was.
"Why couldn't I have met you sooner?"
Ayumi Pallopides