He had stopped, and he hadn't wanted to stop, but her comment made it clear that he wouldn't get to kiss her again. The disappointment seeped in even despite his attempts to tell himself how irrational it was. Maybe Art had been right; maybe he did need to be with a woman, because at this time last month he wouldn't have considered kissing Miss Binns in this way and then feeling disappointed when he couldn't do it again. (Of course, he could find women—he'd never liked the impersonality of brothels, but it was preferable to all the feelings swirling around in his chest.)
A shiver ran up his spine when her hands came to a rest on his shoulders, and he felt compelled to move his hands, too, but really he could only take them off and he wasn't ready to break that contact yet. He watched as her gaze drop, and suddenly she was talking and he was very alert to her words but more specifically her tone, because he needed to know how she was feeling—towards the kiss, towards him. She didn't make any comments about how terrible (or conversely, how nice) it was, and instead asked him if this was normal, as if he was the authority on kissing.
Lach had kissed his fair share of women in his life. He was at Hogwarts when he had his first, but his second didn't come until he'd entered the quidditch league, and unless he counted the strangers he'd kissed while in America and Fallon after that... there weren't many really base his answer off of. "Every kiss isn't... the same," he answered. He was trying to be honest, but he felt the heat rising up his neck; it was an awkward thing to talk about right after kissing, but she wasn't experienced and deserved the truth at the very least. "And I've - I've kissed women before, but - I don't know, you can't really compare them. Kisses aren't meant to be the same each time." Some people were worse kissers than others, but he didn't think that's what she was asking; she wanted to know if their kiss was a normal kiss.
"I - I liked it, though," he said through a shaky breath. Her frown suggested she might have not felt the same way, and now that insecurity was creeping in, and he felt a little silly. His hands left her waist, but didn't find another place to rest, instead coming back to his side.
A shiver ran up his spine when her hands came to a rest on his shoulders, and he felt compelled to move his hands, too, but really he could only take them off and he wasn't ready to break that contact yet. He watched as her gaze drop, and suddenly she was talking and he was very alert to her words but more specifically her tone, because he needed to know how she was feeling—towards the kiss, towards him. She didn't make any comments about how terrible (or conversely, how nice) it was, and instead asked him if this was normal, as if he was the authority on kissing.
Lach had kissed his fair share of women in his life. He was at Hogwarts when he had his first, but his second didn't come until he'd entered the quidditch league, and unless he counted the strangers he'd kissed while in America and Fallon after that... there weren't many really base his answer off of. "Every kiss isn't... the same," he answered. He was trying to be honest, but he felt the heat rising up his neck; it was an awkward thing to talk about right after kissing, but she wasn't experienced and deserved the truth at the very least. "And I've - I've kissed women before, but - I don't know, you can't really compare them. Kisses aren't meant to be the same each time." Some people were worse kissers than others, but he didn't think that's what she was asking; she wanted to know if their kiss was a normal kiss.
"I - I liked it, though," he said through a shaky breath. Her frown suggested she might have not felt the same way, and now that insecurity was creeping in, and he felt a little silly. His hands left her waist, but didn't find another place to rest, instead coming back to his side.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —