[ Thoughts like "complicated" and "dangerous" don't really occur to him at that moment--
(Actually, that's a lie. The millisecond directly after he kisses her, he has this thought: She's going to immolate me.)
--because this feels strangely right, and good, and oh thank goodness, she's kissing back and I'm not on fire.
It's a shame he's still recovering, though, because his legs suddenly buckle beneath him; the hand at her neck slips down to grip her shoulder as his other flies out to catch himself on the cave's wall.
For a few breathless moments, he just stares at the floor and he thinks, Fuck, what did I do? ]
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(Actually, that's a lie. The millisecond directly after he kisses her, he has this thought: She's going to immolate me.)
--because this feels strangely right, and good, and oh thank goodness, she's kissing back and I'm not on fire.
It's a shame he's still recovering, though, because his legs suddenly buckle beneath him; the hand at her neck slips down to grip her shoulder as his other flies out to catch himself on the cave's wall.
For a few breathless moments, he just stares at the floor and he thinks, Fuck, what did I do? ]