The Eel was being so still and yet, at the same time, so responsive, she could just feel it in his soft breaths, see it as she blinked her eyes open for a moment to see that his were mostly lidded. Her fingers moved slightly by his hairline and she drew in a breath of hesitation, of thought. She had regretted that she hadn't ended up kissing him like she was apparently plotting to do in that dream of hers; perhaps...she could do it now. She was hesitant, though, uncertain. She wasn't the type of person to kiss other people; she wasn't the type of person who ever would get to a point to have someone who'd let her kiss her. There was still that part of her that would forever think of Rachel this night and the scandalized, envious gasps from her sister over the audacity of the bold, weird sister, kissing me in the corner of the gym on homecoming. Well, town hall, but it was the idea of it, really, as it would have been the gym back in Bethlehem.

Besides, part of her just simply wanted it. They weren't in the library; she wasn't quite herself, he wasn't quite his, in these strange costumes, and they couldn't just hold hands forever, could they?

Threatening to nearly fall into him for her body's realization that she might lose her balance soon, she moved herself just that small bit closer, to close her lips against his, brushing them together, and softly breathing into his breaths.