Georgie's flat, evening.
“Good,” she said, “I’m glad. I’m free most nights, so when really just depends on—”
She was interrupted by Chrysanthe leaning in to kiss her cheek. It was a soft, chaste brush of the other woman’s lips along her skin, but it made whatever words she was about to say fall away out of her reach. She was surprised, and that surprise only increased when she turned her head and Chrysanthe caught her lips this time. Her mind ground to a halt for a second, before her eyes slipped closed and she moved to kiss her back, turning into it, one of her hands raising to rest on the crook of Chrysanthe’s shoulder. She pulled back after a moment, but not far, resting her forehead against the other woman’s.
“And here I was, worried you’d say no,” she said with a soft chuckle.
She sat up a bit more, still staying quite close, and reached up to brush Chrysanthe’s hair behind her ear. She was amused to discover it was exactly as soft as it looked. As far as first kisses went, that had certainly been one of her better ones. She very much wanted to kiss Chrysanthe again, but the little voice in her head that told her they were moving too fast was very insistent. She sighed softly, knowing that it had a point.
“I don’t want to spoil this,” she began, “I would very much like to kiss you again, but… we’ve both had a bit to drink… and I don’t want to end up doing something that we’ll regret by going too fast.”