Sawyer: He wasn't sure if he would do it at first, but he had just finished her book, the one with the very, very descriptive intimate scenes. And one couldn't help but wonder, if she was that good off of paper. By sheer luck, she was divided into his group. It was like the universe was begging him to put an end to his curiosity; plus, when he reached out and gently pulled on her wrist, the look of astonishment that washed over her face, blush making her freckles darker. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, leaning back and trying not to look too satisfied with himself. Yet, he found he was unprepared for when the astonished confusion melted from her face. Replaced by a smirk that made his heart skip a beat, she pulled his face down to hers; cameras, he reminds himself, cameras are on. Yes, Willow Parker definitely was better than the books. Cameras, cameras, cameras.
Pierce: She drove him insane, he drove her insane, this was how their relationship had always been. Warren and Riley went to some after party, Kennedy had gone off somewhere, and Willow insisted on challenging him at every turn. How exactly she had come to be looking up at him as his arms rested on the wall above her head he didn't know. He just knew his heart was pounding and she was wearing the classic Willow smirk, the one that said “I dare you to do it but I bet you won't”, the one he had become familiar with at D and D games, and more recently in the war zone that was the apartment after he ate her special cereal. So it was then he adjusted one arm to balance his weight on the wall, leaned his head down, gently tilted her head up with his other hand, stopping just before his lips reached hers. He felt her inhale, then the gap between them closed, and he didn't remember if kissing a girl had ever felt like that before.
Darren: She demanded to be made his girlfriend, he agreed, put her to bed and slept on the couch. So now, Kennedy was his girlfriend, and it is only acceptable when you are out for a hangover brunch with your girlfriend, to kiss her when she gets Eggs Benedict on the corner of her mouth. His smile comes easily as he leans in and her face turns the exact same shade of pink as the roses beside her. Their noses bump at first, but he tilts his head a bit and enjoys the soft warm feeling of her lips against his. Kennedy Carson, at some point he'd had to have realized how perfectly shaped her lips were for kissing hadn't he?
Jude: He really should have just pushed through the butterflies and kissed her on the first date. Then his palms wouldn't be sweating, and he wouldn't be worried if his heart was beating loud enough for the entire city block to hear. Also, he probably would just taste of coffee cake rather than smelling of hayrides and other Carnival things. When had kissing a girl become so hard? Was it recent? He had done this before right? Oh, of course he had. His brain was internally shouting at him now, but what if he rocked the boat? Whose idea was it to go paddle boating at midnight? Oh, right his. Kennedy turned to him, how long had he gone without speaking? In a rush of motions, his lips were against hers, his nose hurting a bit from bumping it against her cheek. He pulled away to apologize and was immediately pulled back in. His mind wiped completely of any worries of paddle boats.
Warren: “This is the moment when you kiss me.” Warren turned to her, wondering how obvious it would be if he checked if he could read or if he had any extra fingers before responding. Too obvious, and out of his peripherals he could see street signs, not a dream. Alright, before he can fathom a way to go about this smoothly, she has closed the space between them, and pulled away. “There, that wasn't so bad was it.” She smiles, and starts walking away. “Next time it's your turn Stoll.” It takes him about a millisecond to recover from his gawking stance and catch up to her, taking her hand in his and spinning her towards him. “You aren't getting off that easy Norn.”
Felix: Today is the day, today is the day he will kiss her and tell her how he feels, it will be today. Or at least that is what he's been telling himself for the last two weeks. Now, Willow is looking at him expectantly, making cutting motions against her neck. A sure signal that if he doesn't tell Sage, she is going to stick her nosey butt in and do it for him. It almost seems easier that way, yeah, maybe he'll let her do that, maybe then it'll all just fall in place. Willow shoots him another look before turning back to Sage and loudly saying “Well, I have to go to the bathroom and I think Sabella should come too.” Before grabbing the confused twin's arm and dragging her away from her sister. Taking a deep breath he walks up to her, opens his mouth, and nothing comes out. Sage tilts her head at him, a concerned expression settling on her face. He bites down on his tongue, hard, puts a hand on both of her shoulders and slowly, awkwardly, brings his face closer to hers. Blood rushes to his head and he closes his eyes, praying he doesn't bash his nose into her eye or miss her mouth, when he feels her mouth touch his, and realizes, in complete shock, that she is kissing him back. Applause sounds in his head, and then he feels Sage pull away; the applause is not inside his head. It's from his not so helpful friends who left to go to the bathroom. “Cut it out!” He hears his voice and Sage's shout out at the same time. In varying shades of red, they start to hold hands as soon as Willow distracts Sabella with some bracelets in the next isle.