Megan had a few questions for him. It felt almost like a doctor's appointment. Except, they were in her room, and well, there was nothing plastic about it.
"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" She didn't like liars.
Smed shook his head, no.
"Have you been with anyone?" She wanted to know.
She liked his answer. Her cut throbbed only a little. It wasn't enough to make her that apprehensive.
"Good." She bit her bottom lip .and she looked him straight in the face, staring at his lips. They were kissable, or would they just do? She kissed him hard then as if she need someone to make her forget. Of course, he was a little nervous. But it might be better if they were on the bed. And with a push and practically a shove. ..that's where they landed as if they'd set out into an open sea. And she went deeper and deeper into herself with each kiss. And she smiled when she found the life in him. Not quite fighting her back, but at-least catching on. Her fingers climbed under his shirt. She needed him closer. She need him. She needed to remember what she'd missed so much. Old habits were hard to break. It was just... she wasn't playing her part, but someone else's part. And it was exhilarating.