tension.
it always starts that way.

a look towards him,
a gaze towards her,
a fever sparked between the two of them.

the curling of lips,
before the sudden crashing of them,
as tension elevates.
but only for a moment.

they pull away.
heavy breathing fills the silence,
and the fever starts to rise.
"you missed this. didn't you?"

silence.

he tugs her closer, his eyes searching her face for an answer.

"yes. i missed you."
her lips parted as she grinned,
her eyes flitting.
"and this."
she swoops in for another kiss.

her fingers make their way to his hair,
tangling them between his locks,
as she melts into this fever.

he only pulls her closer,
closer,
closer,
closer,
until he can feel her breath on his neck,
and could hear their heartbeats together.

they pull away.

her lip is now a cherry red,
from being played with,
nipped.

his cheeks are now a dusty rose,
for he had caught his fever the moment he kissed her.

out of breath,
out of sight,
she kisses him on his warm cheek,
giggling.
"i missed you."

"i missed you too," he admits. his gaze lurking down from her eyes, to her lips, and to her neck.