[Unlike before, where they had been in the view of others... now, they have privacy. Now she can let herself linger on every motion, let him catch his breath as he needs to, let him guide her when she inevitably hesitates. It's a warm, curious process, her hand slipping to support his head, caught up in the gentle curls of his hair.]
[it's warm, curious, and fully exploratory. . . as before, he's experienced but doesn't take it too deeply or too far for her to catch up with. it's a process of getting to know each other, of memorizing and learning how their lips feel pressed together. of memorizing her taste and her scent and everything that makes her so wonderful]
[his hand slips from the collar of her shirt, fingers brushing up against her neck, before it comes to rest at her cheek]
i can't believe this was supposed to be serious but now they're making out
[There's a pleased sound at the contact against her skin, a breathless noise against his mouth, trying her best to parrot his actions and listen to the sound of his breathing.
After a moment, her free hand moves to his shoulder, breaking off the kiss just long enough to try and urge him down to the couch, only staying a breath's distance away.]
P-please... I don't want you to fall over... [This way, this way, please :(]
[she pulls away before he's quite ready for her to go, which is evident in the sharp exhale of breath that follows. his eyes flutter open, lidded and clouded with the same daze she saw from him earlier. he doesn't move his hand from her cheek]
. . . hn?
[it. . . has not occurred to him that they could fall over]
Oh-- right. . . I should--
[he pushes against the couch arm so he can just kind of. . . slide across it until it ends. and when it does, he is just going to flop uselessly backwards onto the couch cushions, landing on his back with a small oof]
[She'll let out a tired little laugh, sliding to kind of half-sit on the couch because she is not bold enough to just crawl on top of him that's rude and forward.]
Sorry, I... I would feel bad if you ended up on the floor again because of me...
[She will gently lean back over him, though, slightly embarrassed at her own eagerness.]
[it's okay he is politely sitting up so she isn't forced to crawl on top of him!! but only a little bit, so she can still lean over him, so he's still looking up at her and is able to see the brilliant shine of her smile]
O-- of course it is.
[he cradles both of her cheeks in his palms, thumb brushing across the lines of her features, his touch affectionate and gentle]
She'll take up his lips again, a hand resting against the nape of his neck while the other plays against his hair, her touch gentle. This time, the kiss is far slower, trying to enjoy every second of it, etching the memory of his touch and warmth into her mind, feeling his heartbeat drumming under her fingertips and wishing she could stay like this forever.
...
She can't, though. Not just yet. It's why she is far more hesitant to lean away from this kiss, her eyes clouded with an apologetic warmth.]
...I... I think I've gotten my point across. [She forgives him. She wants... something, though she isn't sure what. But to ask for it now, when she's still hurting and still... still wondering so much about what had just happened to her...
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[his hand slips from the collar of her shirt, fingers brushing up against her neck, before it comes to rest at her cheek]
i can't believe this was supposed to be serious but now they're making out
After a moment, her free hand moves to his shoulder, breaking off the kiss just long enough to try and urge him down to the couch, only staying a breath's distance away.]
P-please... I don't want you to fall over... [This way, this way, please :(]
IT'S SERIOUS MAKING OUT!!!
. . . hn?
[it. . . has not occurred to him that they could fall over]
Oh-- right. . . I should--
[he pushes against the couch arm so he can just kind of. . . slide across it until it ends. and when it does, he is just going to flop uselessly backwards onto the couch cushions, landing on his back with a small oof]
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Sorry, I... I would feel bad if you ended up on the floor again because of me...
[She will gently lean back over him, though, slightly embarrassed at her own eagerness.]
...Just a little longer. Is... is that okay?
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O-- of course it is.
[he cradles both of her cheeks in his palms, thumb brushing across the lines of her features, his touch affectionate and gentle]
As long as you want, Luna.
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She'll take up his lips again, a hand resting against the nape of his neck while the other plays against his hair, her touch gentle. This time, the kiss is far slower, trying to enjoy every second of it, etching the memory of his touch and warmth into her mind, feeling his heartbeat drumming under her fingertips and wishing she could stay like this forever.
...
She can't, though. Not just yet. It's why she is far more hesitant to lean away from this kiss, her eyes clouded with an apologetic warmth.]
...I... I think I've gotten my point across. [She forgives him. She wants... something, though she isn't sure what. But to ask for it now, when she's still hurting and still... still wondering so much about what had just happened to her...
...]
...Akira... Could you tell me what happened?
Please?