As he prolongs the kiss, she allows herself to be drawn closer, a hand shifting up to his shoulder, then around to cup the back of his neck.
It's not like kissing Elliot. She isn't quite sure what the difference is, but comparing kissing Edgar to kissing Elliot is like comparing fire and ice. There's not enough basis for comparison; there's only the act itself.
And just like she loves them both, equally but slightly differently, she loves both of their kisses in the same way.
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Date: 2013-10-19 03:14 pm (UTC)It's not like kissing Elliot. She isn't quite sure what the difference is, but comparing kissing Edgar to kissing Elliot is like comparing fire and ice. There's not enough basis for comparison; there's only the act itself.
And just like she loves them both, equally but slightly differently, she loves both of their kisses in the same way.