Then he leaned in too, his hands coming to both sides of her face. His lips captured hers with an uncharacteristic ferocity, but Phoebe supposed this whole undertaking was full of uncharacteristic behavior, both of them finally peeling off skins they had been wearing and finding they were the same underneath. He kissed her, and she recognized the tune even if the pitch was different. She kissed him, and the feeling was as electric as picking up a real pistol for the first time.
