Jaakuna was kissing Emiri. He was really, really kissing her. She didn't even mean to start it--well, it was more of an action then a thought, and maybe she did act without thinking. It was supposed to last maybe just a few seconds. Of course it was a little late for that, though it was safe to say the barely noticed the wall behind her, her attention was more on what was in front of her, so to speak. Or was it? She couldn't really think straight. Or think, for that matter.

She couldn't quite understand what was happening, even if she was the one that had technically initiated it. He was kissing her, sure, but knowing what he was doing and realizing what he was doing were two completely different things. She had always pictured giving her first kiss (specifically giving it...sadly this was not her first time receiving a kiss, though in the back of her head she pretended it was) away to a knight in shining armor on a white horse, the result of growing up reading various fairy tales. This, however, was so much more passionate, really. Romantic? Perhaps it was just lust. Whatever it was, she was enjoying it.