[Danny parts his lips, kissing her back slowly, eyes falling shut.
He hasn't kissed a woman in a very long time, hasn't been attracted to one in just as long either. There's a part of him that doesn't even think of her as anything other than J, who he likes, and he remembers how they'd danced together, how his body had liked that, too. He knows that sexuality can be fluid, that attraction is more than just a body, even if it sometimes starts with appearance.
And as he leans into the kiss, deepens it with a soft sigh, he thinks again about how J is different, special.]
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He hasn't kissed a woman in a very long time, hasn't been attracted to one in just as long either. There's a part of him that doesn't even think of her as anything other than J, who he likes, and he remembers how they'd danced together, how his body had liked that, too. He knows that sexuality can be fluid, that attraction is more than just a body, even if it sometimes starts with appearance.
And as he leans into the kiss, deepens it with a soft sigh, he thinks again about how J is different, special.]