Tang Yue looked up, her face just an inch away from Charlotte's.
The two women gazed at each other, their silence speaking volumes.
They were not aware as to who made the first move, but their lips gently brushed against each other.
The gentle movements slowly turned passionate, their embrace deepened and their hearts collided.
Tang Yue held the woman's cheeks in her palms and kissed her gently, her lower lip first and then her upper lip.
Charlotte blushed, her hands holding Tang Yue's neck and her long soft black locks.
She played with those silky threads as she reciprocated the woman's kisses, brushing them with her fingers and then caressing her neck.
Warmth permeated with her every touch and the gentle kisses were suddenly not enough.
Charlotte pulled Tang Yue even more closer, tugging at the hair in the back of her head.