[Keith doesn't need to be told twice, immediately leaning down to press his lips against hers. One hand cups her cheek while the other stays around her waist, holding her firmly against him. The kiss is still hesitant at first - this is Ms Agnes and, well, he hasn't kissed a lot of women. He doesn't want to let her down or be a disappointment.
Eventually, shyly, he lets his tongue slip out to brush against her lips, stroking her back at the same time and enjoying the warmth against him in contrast to the cool night air.
They're drifting higher and higher above the city, all thoughts of dancing long since abandoned. He feels so incredibly light and free and happy, like the first time he realised he could just leave the ground behind and take to the sky.]
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Eventually, shyly, he lets his tongue slip out to brush against her lips, stroking her back at the same time and enjoying the warmth against him in contrast to the cool night air.
They're drifting higher and higher above the city, all thoughts of dancing long since abandoned. He feels so incredibly light and free and happy, like the first time he realised he could just leave the ground behind and take to the sky.]