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Alison suddenly had trouble swallowing. Charlie leaned in slowly. She did it so slowly that Alison could have stopped her a million times before their lips touched. But she didn't. Then Charlie's lips brushed against hers. It was a whisper of a touch, so tentative, so light, she wasn't sure she'd felt it at all. Before she knew what she was doing she stretched her arms upward and around the brunette's neck her hands knotting in her hair and the kiss stopped being gentle and became fierce, all in a single moment. Alison's mind was buzzing with questions, but she was too afraid to cut the moment short to ask any of them. Charlie's hands slid down her spine - Alison felt the hard press of the girl's palms against her shoulder blades and then she pulled away, gently disengaging herself, drawing her hands away and stepping back. For a moment Alison thought she might fall, as if something essential had been torn away from her, a leg or an arm. "Why did you do that?" Said the blonde, she sounded calm, but her chest was rising and falling fast. Charlie shrugged. "Because I wanted to."
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