[Leorio could hear her breaths. He shouldn't be close enough to feel the weight and heat of them passing through her lips. Plump, deep lips. Leorio didn't understand what was happening to her. It was as though every breath made her lips thicker. Fuller. Made the colours richer, made them curl in such a tantalising way.]

Let me take a look...

[He didn't notice he'd moved to take a closer look at them until his hand was tilting her chin up to meet him, as he stooped down, staring deep into her eyes. It was tender lips, moving of their own accord, that were slowing giving in to the urge to touch her face, but his knee, pressed against the cushion of the couch she was sitting on, betrayed impetuous intentions as it gently pried her legs apart.]