Fic: Confined, or The Cath Empire

..., I know it. My attention is drawn to her moving lips and I desperately want to make them mine as well. It is not really a kiss when I press my open mouth onto hers, absorbing the breaths and verbalisms she is not getting tired of scattering. After I got a taste of her tongue, I tear my lips away and find myself murmuring words in her ear. They are clearly not what she expected; and to be honest...