Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.
AN: This actually owes it's existence to the fact that despite this being my preferred pairing, I've never actually written them.
Rose was always disappointed by the kisses she received from boys.
Oh they were nice kisses, the boys kind and handsome and sweet, but they were never the kisses she read about in her books. The kind of kisses that made her feel like she was floating, that felt like explosions on her lips, that begged her to take more.
It wasn't until she kissed Juleka one New Years eve that she realised WHY those kisses disappointed.
For the rest of that night, they kissed and kissed and kissed.