She hadn't fantasized about anything with Jo, not even kissing, had forced her mind away whenever it had drifted in that direction, and so the kiss didn't have anything to live up to. That didn't make it any less good - Jo's mouth was warm and soft, opening against Edith's, moving a little as Jo adjusted for a better angle. Edith let her eyes fall closed, tightening her grip on Jo's shoulder to keep her close, and kept kissing.
When they eventually drew apart, Jo had released Edith's wrist to slide her arms round Edith's waist, and they were very close together.
"Hmm," Jo said, warm and happy. She was smiling, none of the usual cocky edge, and Edith smiled back, ducking in for another kiss that became several kisses.
"Would it be -" Jo said, drawing away to speak, then cutting herself off for another kiss - "Presumptuous to ask if I get to see the bedroom?"
"You're the guest," Edith said. "It would be rude to say no."
"And you're very polite," Jo said solemnly, kissing Edith again.
It took them a very long time to actually make it that far.
-- from "Burn the Brightest" by Emily Moreton