Merlin's beard, why did this feel so right to him? She'd been so impossible and...well, forbidden so to speak. Now that he was kissing her, he wasn't sure why he hadn't tried this sooner. Miranda Dodderidge, he had firmly decided, was quite the kisser. And she smelled really, really good. He squeezed her hands gently before letting his right hand release to move up to her hair. He slowly pushed a bit of hair from her face (lest it get in the way of his glorious lips) before letting his fingers slowly move down through it before resting at her hip.
Pulling away from the kiss slowly, he let his forehead rest on hers and let out a long breath. He was at a loss for words and hoped that she wasn't going to smack him or something. It wouldn't matter, because that moment had been worth a thousand smacks in his mind.
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