- Mar 25, 2014
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”No, I suppose they can’t...” She thought to herself, her eyes transfixed to Chiffon’s, practically glowing in the artificial light. It was funny, she was over thirty years old and yet these feelings she had were almost juvenile. The gnawing excitement of doing something forbidden, the liberation of discarding the opinions of other people, and most of all the warm static building within her as she gazed at the mime. Her cheeks turned visibly more magenta when she felt Chiffon’s delicate hand to her hip. When was the last time someone held her like this?
The static grew to a peak within her at the accidental compliment, the flustered heat almost making it too hard to dance. And yet, she did anyway. Entranced by the music and by her, Connie struggled to find the appropriate words. ”Ch-chiffon, I-”
Her words were suddenly cut short by the introduction of Chiffon’s lips, a flash of black against bubblegum. The heat of the moment lessened by the warm blow as they finally collided, if only for a moment. And just as it came, it left, leaving a bewildered Connie in its wake. Her parted lips open in a gape of shock slowly cracked into a cheesy grin, an awkward chuckle erupting behind her teeth. ”Chiffon I… Wow. You really are forward. I.. Uh-” She leaned forward, slower in her motions as she returned the kiss, her eyes parting closed as she held on for a few moments. Her hands slowly moved over hers, only letting go of their kiss once she knew she had her close to keep. ”Guess clowns are just full of surprises, huh?”
