ZabooxValkyrie: His Lips

It's not him that I like, no, it's his lips. Soft, full, like a girl's.  
Understand? Not gay at all.

The first kiss between us is awkward, as these things usually are.  
He's not gay either, he says after I tell him that it's not he that  
I'm kissing, it's his lips. We both agree that this only happened  
because of a sudden lack of women. I assure him that I've been with  
many, but Fawkes has been keeping us so busy that....

He silences me with a finger and I grimace at its size. He has man-hands,
that's for sure.

I bite my bottom lip and look away from him as he leans in for another  
kiss. It was as soft as the first and my eyes close as it continued. I  
was picturing a girl, of course. That's why I closed my eyes in the  
first place, silly.

My hand comes to rest on his shoulder and he scoots a little closer.  
It's a little too close and I turn my head from him to look at the  
door of the room we're in. It's a private little room in the internet  
cafe that the axis of anarchy frequents and I'm worried they'll walk  
in and think I'm gay. How much my life would change if they suspected  
such a thing!!

After reassuring myself they aren't there, I turn back to the tan man.  
I make the mistake of looking directly into his overly dark eyes and  
my heart starts to race. I pull back my hand and stare at him.

My heart was beating like this because I was surprised that I would  
even THINK of kissing a man, you see. The thought had simply never  
occurred to me before.

But Fawkes has a new obsession with Codex and it seems he's trying to  
impress her with making the guild more powerful.

And don't try and blame this on jealousy! Why should I care who he's  
dating? I've told you earlier, I'm not gay. We've just been so busy  
and Zaboo was here angry with Fawkes and I was sent to deal with him  
and he looked so sad and his lips were so full and it all happened so  
quickly! I like women, this whole guy experience is completely new,  
honestly!

He asks me if I'm ok, my face is red. He says it with a smirk and I  
nod, trying to catch my breath.

I tell him that it's just kissing a boy is so weird, especially for a  
lady-lover like me.

He chuckles then and I'm not quite sure what's so funny about our  
situation here.

He leans in towards me again, wrapping an arm around my back and  
setting his forehead against mine. I notice then that his skin is  
pretty, so touching his cheek wouldn't really make me homosexual  
either. His breath is hot, like the first time I met him, except now  
it comes without anger and violence. It only comes with another kiss.  
I accept it willingly, without struggle, because his lips are so full  
and soft, that they're like a ladies.