Poppy didn’t know if she was antsy because they were alone or because midnight was fast approaching, but she’d never felt the blood sing under her skin quite like this before. She’d been alone with Kristoffer plenty of times in the past year, each of them a comfortable (if slightly pining) exchange, but this was different. Tonight, in this moment, it was all she could do not to think about the last New Years Eve they’d shared and the subsequent liberty that had been taken. It was silly, really. They’d come so far since then, hadn’t they?Biting her lower lip as hazel eyes gazed out over the garden, Poppy didn’t notice Kristoffer’s hand move towards her face until his fingers gently turned her head. Her heart skipped a beat, gaze locked onto his. In an instant she all but knew what was to come next and did absolutely nothing to stop it.
A soft sound of protest muffled into the space between them as Kristoffer surged forward with a bit more force than the brunette had expected. Delicate hands floated up instinctively and landed on his forearms, holding the blonde in place. Poppy didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or keep him close. She could have easily shoved him off if she’d been so inclined - there was no question at all in her mind if Kristoffer would force himself on her if she made her discomfort known, naive or not - but she didn’t. Push him away that is. In fact, her fingers curled into the fabric of his coat with an urgency Poppy didn’t even recognize. Every fibre of her being seemed to cry out that yes, this was exactly as it should be.
When they broke for air, sense or comprehension seemed to be the furthest thing from the brunette’s mind. Poppy didn’t let go, and neither had she any inclination to do so. There was something to say on the tip of her tongue but somehow, she wasn’t sure she knew what it was. It seemed almost like Kristoffer had stolen her thought entirely and swallowed it whole. A peculiar little scene from a muggle play she couldn’t name floated through Poppy’s mind then. Move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. / Then have my lips the sin that they have took!
Goosebumps crawled over bare skin, heart pounding away in the girl’s chest. Poppy hesitated for only a moment before deciding that this was going to end one of two ways: either they parted as friends again, laughing off the scandal as mere tradition, or, they would quarrel. Either way, she was sure this was the only opportunity she would have, possibly ever, and so decided on a whim to jump, head first, eyes closed. It had been a long time coming; her goody two shoes behavior could only last so long before the hellion inevitably took a misstep. So, with a mischievous glint flashing through hazel hues and a small grin stretching across her face, Poppy dipped forward to kiss Kristoffer again. Gently, sweetly, and with all the grace in the world. If her tongue swiped against the bottom of his lower lip in a way it really shouldn’t have known how to do, well, that was Poppy’s own business for the moment, thank you.
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