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You lean in closer. She doesn't back up, but her shoulders rise, as though bracing for impact. You reach up to your mask, slowly pulling up over your lower face and nose, but careful not to reveal more. You put an arm around her.
"W-What's your n-n-nam-"
<span class="mu-r">"Shhh."</span>
Finally, you lean into her face after a second of trying to figure out the angle, awkward given you can only see everything below her nose, and then give her a kiss. You press your lips against hers hard, and you feel her body seize up almost, like she's never been more excited in her life, pressing her face against yours in acceptance. You can feel the slight chap of her lip, the dried skin hanging on underneath your assault. You have no idea how to do the tongue action. You can taste the inside of her mouth a little bit, and it's a bit... well it tastes like nothing, the inside of your own mouth you guess, with a slight feminine aftertaste. Her body hooks closer to yours, feeling her face flushed hotly, while the rest of her is much cooler to your touch, her glasses pushed up by your mask and her hair even messier then before. Her skin is soft and her hair is silky if a little oily; it feels good just to touch her, like the real wood of a doctor's desk or the real leather of a handbag you remember feeling as a kid way up on level 3. In a way, you were expecting it to be more "pleasurable", since you always wonder what people get out of this to like it so much, but you do feel something warm and happy inside you. Actually, scratch that, you feels hers instead. The expression of "butterflies in your stomach" seems almost exactly true for her, which you can almost feel reflected off her warm turtleneck.
Hmm. It's the first time you've ever kissed a girl. Honestly? Kind of fun. Maybe you should have tried kissing girls earlier.
You end the kiss by slipping your mask back on, and then turn around to leave without another word. You look back once to see her standing there, a hot mess, totally stunned and looking at you with a sort of awe mixed with joy. You know, you were a little shaken up by what you saw the <span class="mu-s">Viking</span> could do, and while you aren't going to be charging in head first against the guy, you feel much better now. It's easy to get lost in your own mind with possibility and self-doubt, but it's easy to forget you're a hero. You just saved a damsel in distress from danger, and now she's head over heels for you, she's literally watching you go like her hero. You feel a little smug at that. You've got <span class="mu-i">your nerve back</span>.
Who's the man? You're the man.
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