She pulls back just enough to look up into his face, her palm coming up to rest on his jaw. Her green eyes search his face and she looks like she's about to say something, but thinks better of it.
Instead, she rises on her tiptoes and kisses the corner of his mouth, just a chaste brush of her lips.
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Date: 2010-08-10 09:17 pm (UTC)Instead, she rises on her tiptoes and kisses the corner of his mouth, just a chaste brush of her lips.
"A chuisle."