A Kiss- Greywing   

It was only a kiss. Warm lips pressed against warm lips, slightly dry from the dust in the air, slightly salty from the sweat of battle, sought out with closed eyes and wavering heart.

(it was ecstasy and death and rebirth and the clearing of her mind, dark clouds dispersed to reveal the balmy sun of sweet bliss, of her warmth, of her comfort, of her absolution)

It was awkwardness and hesitation, the mingling of tickling breaths, the staleness of the air with the fragrance of her scent filling her lungs, and in this new sensation, the unexpected softness of tenderness.

(she dared not breathe, afraid she might exhale and scatter this illusion away, and then wake up to the nightmare of her own creation, the torment that was her love, her just punishment for her willing sin)

It was fear and love and sorrow, an unspoken apology, one last gift of forgiveness and one last unanswered question of the heart.

(if she could have only this, if this were just a dream—but it was real and freely given, so bitter, so sweet, so cherished in its transience)

But there was no magic—

(this was everything she could have asked for)

—no sudden realization—

(her heart was filled to bursting)

—no welling of desire—

(her mind was put to ease)

—no lingering doubts—

(her spirit ready to rest)

—but only a little sorrow—

(she rejoiced)

—and a little guilt—

(she was happy)

—because it was only a kiss.

(it was enough)

It was enough.

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