Destiny is only in a kiss

Destine's heart skipped in beats at Sora's intense staring. The piercing gaze from his shimmering silver-tinted blue eyes was so mesmerizing, that it was hard for her to look away.
"I-Is there something wrong?"
"No," Sora said, his voice solemn. "I was just…Envisioning something."
"What was it?"
"Something that's…More or less inappropriate and shameful."
Destine shook her head, "I'm sure it isn't, please tell me."
"Before I tell you, can I ask you a question?" Sora seemed very hesitant to tell his feelings.
"Yes, of course." Destine said. For some reason, she could've sworn the hairs on the back of her neck were standing.
"Do you believe that it's…strange for a mere man to want to…kiss, someone he prefers to be his…Beloved destiny, even though what he feels may seem unreasonable?"
Destine didn't know what to say. Her words were caught in her throat, which was tight and nearly dry; what he said made her feel nauseously nervous, her stomach was in knots. All she could do was clear her throat and shake her head.
"Maybe I never should have said anything", Sora sighed, trying to sort out through all he could say. "But to be honest, I was envisioning how…warm your lips would feel, against my skin. And shamefully, it's all I've been able to think about for the longest time. But, I keep telling myself that I should be happy with just this," He said rubbing her hands with his thumbs, emphasizing the time they were spending together. "And I should be grateful…It just always seems that, with every move I make I always end up making you…unwilling to share whatever feelings you may be feeling for me, you cringe and hide. It's like you move so faraway from me that everything about you is…dreamlike.
"You're like a dream to me. A beautiful dream that's often always so unattainable."
Destine's eyes widened. She was absolutely speechless. She had no idea what to say or what to do, and a thank you didn't seem like enough.
Unless…
She closed her eyes and shook her head, forcing herself to gain any courage she could muster. She raised up on her toes, looked into his hypnotizing eyes, breathed a shuddery sigh and hesitantly kissed him. On his cheek, both of his eyelids, the hair on his forehead, the tip of his nose, his chin, his ear, until finally, her lips lingered softly as they brushed down Sora's neck from when Destine when back down on her heels. Afterwards she pulled away from him, her fingers to her lips, surprised that she was even able to do it. "Ah, w-was that alright…?"
Sora had his eyes closed, sighing so that Destine had almost thought that he didn't like it. But he actually relished the small moment of her lips on his skin and admired her courage. That could have, should have been his lips on her moments ago.
"It was very generous, and kind…Only that was not the kiss I had in mind." His hands moved up her back, drawing her close. She shivered in his grasp. "You didn't have to force yourself into anything…All I ask for is your permission to let me have this moment, please."
Destine could think of nothing to say, though her mouth was slightly open as if to speak. She had kissed him. So surely whatever he was about to do would be alright.
Sora touched her cheek and stared at her for a moment, getting lost in his heavy thoughts of his beloved. Destine tried to avert her eyes from his gaze but he cupped her chin in his hand. Sora leaned in, a little too close for Destine's comfort, his eyes were serious and glazed, his eyelids slightly lowering as he tilted his head. He slowly slid his other hand up the other cheek. Destine just stood there frozen and shivering.
"May I?" He politely asked.
Destine nervously gulped some air and nodded,
giving in to his request.
She could feel his strong yet soft hands rubbing her back, bringing their chests so close that they touched. She gasped.
"Close your eyes." He told her.
As Destine did so Sora's free hand began stroking her face, making her quiver and shake beneath him. They could feel each others hearts beating. Sora's was a steady, calming pace, while Destine's was like a speeding train.
His fingers ran through her soft, golden hair then to her golden hairline, to her red blushing cheek, down to her full soft pink lips. They were quivering, soft, and could only be compared to that of an almost velvet silk to him. A strange-yet not all too strange- desire shot through him as he held her. A thought had occurred to him: That Destine was a mystifying enchantment all over.
It was not just her physical beauty that drew his attention to her, in fact it was far from it. It was the way she was always so kind-hearted and thoughtful, sweet and gentle, considerable and respecting, demure and polite. It was as though everything beautiful just came naturally to her. Amazingly. And  through her long-suffering from their journeys together, she was just starting to blossom into a more independent, strong, and courageous woman. At least that's how Sora saw her.
Although Destine was also naive, very reserved, overly curious, overwhelmingly forgiving, unbearably stubborn, and way too self-conscious for her own good. They both knew she had a long ways to go. Even so, it didn't matter to him. Whatever faults she had, he could overlook. He loved her all the same.
When Destine had parted her lips underneath Sora's fingertips, he was the one to shudder this time. His warm sweet breath blew on her face; his scent engulfing her senses. In the air she inhaled, she could practically taste him, much to her surprise…It was as pleasing a taste as it was a smell. Her body felt weak and tense as she stood there, just aching in anticipation for his move. Sora's thumb constantly rubbed at her lips. Destine parted them once more, practically leaning in to him.
What is he waiting for? She thought. He hadn't kissed her yet, was he even planning on it? Whatever he planned on doing, she hoped he'd get it over with. Destine was on edge, all nervous and ragged.
"S-sora" she said his name with a shuddery sigh, she could feel her eyes moistening beneath her closed lids. "Please…" She begged.
That was all the reassurance he needed.
"Yes." Sora answered in a throaty voice. Not before he kissed the back and palms of her hands, did he draw his open mouth unto hers to gently glide his lips across hers with a soft sigh.
Slowly he withdrew from her. His fingers touching his lips as he looked into her face (once she'd opened her eyes) to see if what he had done was alright. Her heart was pounding so fast, her chest heaved so much that she felt her heart might explode from exhaustion; her cheeks were flushed a deep-cranberry red.
Speechless.
Destine was absolutely speechless. And what's more, she liked it. She liked it very much.
Sora hovered just a few centimeters from her lips, his breathing heavy. He hoped he hadn't offended her by his forwardness. He just couldn't take it anymore. Holding in his feelings for so long was metaphorically "killing" him. He came to a conclusion. He already found the nerve to kiss her, it had to be said. There was nothing more left to lose. "I…I am very much fond of you, Destine."
"F-f-fond…of me?" She asked incredulously in a stutter. Not only his words and piercing stare, but the touch of his thumb rubbing softly against her cheek made her blush. "Umm, w-what do you mean?"
A kind small smile spread across his beautiful face. His shining eyes now closed, as he held her by the shoulders, leaning to put his lips to her ear answering; speaking in a sighing, husky whisper, "That I truly am deeply in love with you…" He moved from her ear to gaze heatedly at her. The strong unmoving, deep contact from his moist eyes was making it hard for her to think, the soothing sincere voice had now became shallow breathing; Destine didn't have to imagine the warmth that his lips would hold as they parted towards hers once again…
Destine felt an entirely too heavy to handle presence of his lips as she began to collapse inwardly from its overwhelming pressure. She had to grab a hold of his shirt for fear of falling over. Destine could only move her mouth with his. His kiss held a kiss so strong, so passionately intense, but nevertheless in many ways very gentle.
There was no hesitance or sign of stopping, for every second that past soft, lingering imprints of his lips where continuously being smeared and spread onto her own lips and face. The sensation on her sensitive skin made her shudder and shiver and sigh.
Destine let out a heavy breath that she was holding into his mouth; slowly, Sora became more and more bold. Destine tilted her head back as Sora ravenously fed his smoldering desires by moving from her mouth to her jaw line, down her neck moving all around her jugular to her shoulder, and then planted a firm, soft lingering kiss to the very place that held her fluttering heart. These feelings falling upon Destine were so overwhelming, Sora's grip on her so tight, that Destine worried she would stop breathing any second. Yet astonishingly with every kiss he gave she was able to draw a shuddery breath in and then headily out.
All the while her hands were fondling with the buttons of his long sleeved shirt. Her fingers just moved vertically across his chest, the buttons made small clasping noises as her nails scraped at them. She didn't know why she was reacting this way, but at the same time she couldn't help herself. Though she was so afraid of what Sora would think of her. She grabbed hold of his shirt to make herself stop. Then all of a sudden lightning flashed alongside the loud roar of rolling thunder, the sky became darker, and the open air blew around them. Destine shrieked into Sora's mouth, her tongue finally yet, unintentionally responded to his efforts by flickering against his. She  blushed the most deepest, darkest shade of red; when it rolled again, she couldn't help but pull him closer still.
Destine winced apologetically but Sora had found no need for that. He just welcomed this newfound pleasure and, at the moment, was completely oblivious to what was happening outside. Focusing only on the blissful moment at hand. He felt her hands clawing his neck and so he deepened the kiss. Again confusing her reaction for open passion, until another sound of loud thunder and blinding light crashed and Destine's yelped, grabbing on to his shoulders for support. For a brief instant Sora realized what was happening, lifted Destine to cradle her with one hand while picking up his fallen coat with his other and placed it on top of her head. He carried her all the way upstairs and into the bedroom they shared the night before.
He slammed the door shut with his foot and dropped Destine onto the bed. Her body was quaking, her knees buckled. Sora hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt.
"S-Sora…" Destine moaned. She winced when another road roar came followed by a bright flash. She put her arms over her eyes. She felt something light over her body: Sora's shirt. Then Sora himself, was hovering over her.
"Don't even think about what's going on outside. Focus only on me." He demanded.