[Mia shifts a little, tilts her head and... then it's really happening. He's letting her kiss him and it's been so long and so much has changed but... nothing's changed. He's kissing her back.
His lips taste of coffee and of him, and it's at once intoxicating and familiar and she's missed him so much, so much more than she can ever articulate really, and while it's strange doing this with cold, hard metal pressed against her nose, it's something she can adapt to.
She's waited too long for him to let a little thing like metal ruin it.]
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His lips taste of coffee and of him, and it's at once intoxicating and familiar and she's missed him so much, so much more than she can ever articulate really, and while it's strange doing this with cold, hard metal pressed against her nose, it's something she can adapt to.
She's waited too long for him to let a little thing like metal ruin it.]