The full piece of their first kiss, “Borderline”, can be read on Ao3. Gonna post just the interesting/relevant part here!
Farren doesn’t know where it comes from, nor she cares to find out at the moment. It’s in a heartbeat, strong enough within her chest, when she pounces as he slips away, urgency numbing her finger tips. Before he’s out of reach, and it’s not physically she’s worried about. There’s a brief moment where he gets to be the one shocked as her fingers tangle into his shirt firmly, and she doesn’t bother standing on her toes when she yanks him down gracelessly.
There’s a taste of whiskey and cigarette on the surface of his skin when their lips press together. Smoke that she’d always hated, but now loved all the same. It’s awkward, stiff and lifeless. An invitation rather than a full-fledged action.
