Love and the Orgin of Mortal Sin
Then Lyra took one of those little red fruits. With a fast-beating heart, she turned to him and said, "Will...
And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth.
She could see from his eyes that he knew at once exactley what she meant, and that he was too joyful to speak. Her finger were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and his own hand up to hold hers there, and then neither of them could look; they were confused; they were brimming with happiness.
Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they could know how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces toward each other.
"Like Mary said," he whispered, "you know straight away when you like someone-when you were asleep, on the mountain, before she took you away, I told Pan-"
"I heard," she whispered, "I was awake and I wanted to tell you the same and now I know what I must have felt all the time: I love you, Will, I love you-"
The word love set his nerves ablaze. All his body thrilled with it, and he answered her in the same words, kissing her hot face over and over again, drinking in with adoration the scent of her body and her warm, honey-fragrant hair and her sweet moist mouth that tasted of the little red fruit.
Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.
-Excerpt from The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman-
And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth.
She could see from his eyes that he knew at once exactley what she meant, and that he was too joyful to speak. Her finger were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and his own hand up to hold hers there, and then neither of them could look; they were confused; they were brimming with happiness.
Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they could know how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces toward each other.
"Like Mary said," he whispered, "you know straight away when you like someone-when you were asleep, on the mountain, before she took you away, I told Pan-"
"I heard," she whispered, "I was awake and I wanted to tell you the same and now I know what I must have felt all the time: I love you, Will, I love you-"
The word love set his nerves ablaze. All his body thrilled with it, and he answered her in the same words, kissing her hot face over and over again, drinking in with adoration the scent of her body and her warm, honey-fragrant hair and her sweet moist mouth that tasted of the little red fruit.
Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.
-Excerpt from The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman-