With a kiss

She looks into your eyes, searching for something in them, or maybe she's searching for something in herself. She stands on her tip toes, pushes her chest into you even harder and presses her lips against yours.

Past you thought the kiss on the cheek was electric? Hah, this one is a whole lightning bolt, one that sent its energy straight from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and back again.

Your vision swims, your knees get weak, the warmth, the softness, the *love* present is something you never thought you would feel, and you had tricked yourself into thinking you had made peace with that idea.

You were wrong. Just as soon as the kiss started, it broke away. Your mother pulled back, searching your eyes for something but before she could come to a decision, *any* decision, your body moved. Acting on its own.

You were never going back from this. You've tasted the ambrosial lips of an angel, no, a *goddess*, and you were never going to let things go back to how they were, fuck what anyone else says.

She is *yours*.

You take a step forward, your bodies so close together that it forces her to take a step back, and you move one of the hands on her face to her lower back, and move her once again till her back is against the wall. You haven't spoken a word since it started and soon, you won't be able to

"I shouldn't have done tha-"

She is silenced with another kiss.

No longer lightning, this is thermonuclear. You are hungry for her lips and you take them, pressing her hard against the wall of the shower and molding your lips into each others, the hand on her face moving to her nape and the hand on her back pulling her lower body closer towards you.

You want her to *feel* the thickness of your love pressing against her mound, to let you know how much you are hers and how much you want her in turn.

Her eyes go wide.

You may have risked everything, but was it worth it?