A kiss.

A kiss so tender and loving it couldn't be ruined by rough lips and fearsome hands; simply only the soft grace of a warm-hearted female, brushing with lips so thin across the wondrous hollow of a slender neck. It is warm, invitingly so, that the other cannot resist to catch hold of the back of her loved ones neck – entwining her delicate hands into the messy blonde hair hanging loosely from the back of her head.

Her hair, smouldering and dark, is pushed back from her face as the pair embrace again – their kiss deepening by every lust filled second that passes by between the two heads moving in such a synchronisation that it was almost destined to happen.

What is this?

It is something that is more unusual than necessary, but still in its own way it provides a complete sensation that can only be described as hidden love. It is the ending of a simple friendship – but the beginning of something more; something that should happen again, and will continue to happen for many years to come as the case may be.

It's just a kiss. It's a kiss between two friends who have never truly found what they want in love before. Perhaps they never even did love; love is too difficult to define at such a fragile age.

That is what they are – fragile.

The tough exterior she gives out has always been a barrier from what she truly is; the only way to stop people from noticing was to play the complete opposite and let everyone think she was merely a tough girl with a heart of stone.

Obsessed with guys? Never. Never has been, never will be. It was all an act.

She draws back, cupping the face of beauty in front of her. "You okay?" It was probably the most heartfelt thing she had ever uttered and in this case, she truly meant it.

The simple nod of Brittany caused her to smile fondly – a smile no-one had ever seen before. For once, it wasn't a smirk. It was real. "Good." Was the only answer she could give, before she delved into the unknown once again, capturing the lips of her love in her own so gracefully, it only provided her with happiness. Although she originally felt guiltily, she didn't anymore; knowing her partner was just as content as she was gave her the satisfaction that this was right. It was meant to happen.

The atmosphere couldn't have been more perfect: their favourite movie was playing softly in the background, a reminiscence of their long friendship; this was mixed with a simple streak of soft, yellow lighting based low into the corner of the room that turned the area that surrounded them from playful to erotic and longing all in a matter of changing minutes.

Their heartbeats were faster than ever before and they continued to quicken as the kiss got deeper still and limbs coaxed themselves around one another. The desperation was obviously clear; the want the pair found themselves needing for one another was apparent in this haze of ecstasy, and like from the very beginning, it still feels no more than completely right.

One finger hooks around the earlobe of another, a gentle way of holding them together and proving the notion that they will never let go. She whispers solemnly, surprisingly so, into her – her lips now brushing ear too: "You know this has been a long time coming?"

"I do." The eerie silence that followed seemed nonetheless exactly what both parties needed to hear.

It was the start of something so secretive, but so special.

A truly perfect moment.