[ When she kissed Equius, it had been violent. She'd pinned him there with her mind and a strength that didn't belong to her, not really, and ripped his mouth to shreds with fangs she'd never had before. And without her memory to aid her, without any sort of real feeling, it hadn't meant anything like this. To want to kiss someone, and awkward as it might be, uncertain, and to feel nothing but the urge to do it again, just as soft-
She's surprised to find that her breath catches when he kisses her again, and again, and her hands finally breath away to come up and cradle his face gently, guide him back down to her mouth, because she promised to help him, didn't she? In this as in everything else. And so she kisses him again, trying to teach him how to fit his mouth against hers, to let him learn how with all the patience and the time in the world. ]
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She's surprised to find that her breath catches when he kisses her again, and again, and her hands finally breath away to come up and cradle his face gently, guide him back down to her mouth, because she promised to help him, didn't she? In this as in everything else. And so she kisses him again, trying to teach him how to fit his mouth against hers, to let him learn how with all the patience and the time in the world. ]