When his arms go around her, she's shaking from the cold.
It's not the cold that's causing her to shake, now.
There's a small whimper in the back of her throat, a catch to her breath, a second where her knees go absolutely weak. With relief, with joy, with nerves, everything. She kisses him back, pouring her own new and necessary feelings into it.
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Date: 2005-12-30 11:27 pm (UTC)It's not the cold that's causing her to shake, now.
There's a small whimper in the back of her throat, a catch to her breath, a second where her knees go absolutely weak. With relief, with joy, with nerves, everything. She kisses him back, pouring her own new and necessary feelings into it.