The first touch of their lips after two months was filled with caution. Even while Zein didn't show his objection, Bassena only pressed his lips lightly, amber eyes staring straight into the deep blue.
He kissed once, and paused, waiting for rejection. And then he saw the blue eyes move, the long lashes fluttered, and Bassena pressed his lips harder, bared of any more inhibition. It didn't take coaxing for their lips to part and slot snuggly, as if kissing was just a daily occurrence for them. The esper felt Zein shift slightly, feeling a hand reaching for his hair.
"No," Bassena caught the guide's wrist, breathing low against the wet lips. "I didn't ask for guiding."
The amber eyes were firm. He had thought about it a lot during the past two months, during the days and nights in which the guide's presence always stayed firm inside his heart. Zein always attributed his attraction as a byproduct of guiding attachment, locking their possible relationship as a mere guide and esper.
