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It should feel like sacrilege, having the Sun Summoner’s lips upon hers.
It should feel like a betrayal of her faith, a betrayal of all that she has clung to for years. It should feel like she’s going to burn from the inside out, like she’s going to be engulfed by the unforgiving heat of the sun.
But when their kiss comes to an end, she’s still in one piece. There is a steady flame flickering in the pit of her stomach, but she hasn’t been swallowed whole, and she feels the furthest thing from dead, from sinful.
Indeed, she’s never felt more alive.
She can still feel Alina’s mouth on her own, an afterimage burned into her skin, and she finds herself brushing her fingers against her own lips while Alina opens her eyes. Before Inej can make more than a cursory exploration of her tingling mouth, Alina gently slides her fingers out of Inej’s hair and lightly wraps them around her wrist. The tug that follows is more of a question than a demand, and Inej goes along with it willingly, lets Alina pull her hand away and place it against her own face. Automatically, Inej fits her palm to the curve of Alina’s cheek, lets her fingertips skim over the downy hairs near her ears.
“I won’t burn you,” Alina murmurs.
Before Inej can respond with you already have, Alina leans in again, and Inej allows herself to borne away again by the rays of the sun.