[Add that to his newly conjured love language, and several variants of idiot he could think of for her. Who knew petty little insults could be used so affectionately.]
No. Only you, Monika. I have... No need for anyone else.
[His movement is hindered, but it's not like he cares too much about moving around when he has Monika wrapped around his arms. And so does hers around him. Both of them aren't willing to let the other go, and... he likes that. Truly an experienced he doesn't get often, lying down on the bed with someone he... likes- none of that strong wording -and being in each other's embrace. He could just live like this for hours.
A soft inhale, and then a purr rumbles in his throat as Monika kisses his neck, each kiss giving a slightly tingle running down his spine, arching his back, pressing his body flushed against Monika's.
Crimson eyes blinks down in mild surprise when her lips suddenly stops moving. Then... ah. He remembers now. That spot is where Monika bit him... where she stained her lips with his own blood. That certainly triggers the memory, and yet, even when he thinks it was all messed up, it brings about more warmth into his already hot chest.
"That's how it'll always be", huh. That'll be nice. But so far, in this resort, he's the only person he'll ever need.
His hand comes up to the back of her head to give some gentle stroking and patting. Though with her face no longer right in front of his face, he can settle with simply giving languid kisses to her head. At the same time, his fingers run through her damp hair a several number of times, before he brings her hair to his face, eyes close, as he takes in the scent of fresh shampoo.]
You smell sweeter than earlier... when we reunited in the morning. [Though this is a sweet, soft moment, he can't help but let out a little tease.]
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[Add that to his newly conjured love language, and several variants of idiot he could think of for her. Who knew petty little insults could be used so affectionately.]
No. Only you, Monika. I have... No need for anyone else.
[His movement is hindered, but it's not like he cares too much about moving around when he has Monika wrapped around his arms. And so does hers around him. Both of them aren't willing to let the other go, and... he likes that. Truly an experienced he doesn't get often, lying down on the bed with someone he... likes- none of that strong wording -and being in each other's embrace. He could just live like this for hours.
A soft inhale, and then a purr rumbles in his throat as Monika kisses his neck, each kiss giving a slightly tingle running down his spine, arching his back, pressing his body flushed against Monika's.
Crimson eyes blinks down in mild surprise when her lips suddenly stops moving. Then... ah. He remembers now. That spot is where Monika bit him... where she stained her lips with his own blood. That certainly triggers the memory, and yet, even when he thinks it was all messed up, it brings about more warmth into his already hot chest.
"That's how it'll always be", huh. That'll be nice. But so far, in this resort, he's the only person he'll ever need.
His hand comes up to the back of her head to give some gentle stroking and patting. Though with her face no longer right in front of his face, he can settle with simply giving languid kisses to her head. At the same time, his fingers run through her damp hair a several number of times, before he brings her hair to his face, eyes close, as he takes in the scent of fresh shampoo.]
You smell sweeter than earlier... when we reunited in the morning. [Though this is a sweet, soft moment, he can't help but let out a little tease.]