Tally's mouth is really, really soft, and the feeling of her fingers in Gideon's hair makes something in Gideon's brain pop and fizzle and go completely stupid. It isn't anything like she ever imagined kissing would be, partially because Tally is nothing like the only person Gideon has ever really, genuinely imagined kissing. There's no biting, no insults, no desperate and horrible sorrow, no feeling of two hateful comets crashing into one another and merging into something hotter and altogether worse. It's just--her and a girl who likes her. Actually likes her, in a way Gideon's not sure she's ever been liked.
"Yeah," she says, a little stunned. "I mean, uh--" She rallies. "Only if the Special didn't have a decent sword."
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Date: 2024-03-27 10:06 pm (UTC)"Yeah," she says, a little stunned. "I mean, uh--" She rallies. "Only if the Special didn't have a decent sword."