Ayane's lips rest on Aoshi's, his eyes still closed, smothering the words he was about to say.
Minutes, hours, days — Aoshi can't tell how long his tongue and Ayane's brush timidly against each other while their lips remain pressed together. In reality, only a handful of seconds pass, yet to him they stretch into endless eons, as if time itself has lost all meaning at that moment.
His body freezes, stunned by the shock and disbelief of that sudden, unexpected kiss. And yet, inside him, everything is anything but still. The delicate touch of Ayane's moist lips against his, the increasingly frantic movements of her tongue, her hands gently cupping his cheeks… it's all too much for Aoshi, who can't even find the courage to open his eyes.
