[a hand slides around his waist and Olivine exhales a faintly surprised noise, followed by a soft laugh at the words.]
Is that supposed to be a warning or a promise, Ragna?
[both is a fair answer, of course, as the priest's weight shifts to meet the taller's lips, lashes falling easily. slow but eager is a perfectly respectable way to go about it, and he responds in kind. there's no hesitation, warm fingers rising to brush back unruly hair and cradle his cheek while Ragna's hand slips around the small of his back to close the space between them.
the second provides something more of an opportunity, and Olivine's movements remain gentle, urging him to lead as he likes.]
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[a hand slides around his waist and Olivine exhales a faintly surprised noise, followed by a soft laugh at the words.]
Is that supposed to be a warning or a promise, Ragna?
[both is a fair answer, of course, as the priest's weight shifts to meet the taller's lips, lashes falling easily. slow but eager is a perfectly respectable way to go about it, and he responds in kind. there's no hesitation, warm fingers rising to brush back unruly hair and cradle his cheek while Ragna's hand slips around the small of his back to close the space between them.
the second provides something more of an opportunity, and Olivine's movements remain gentle, urging him to lead as he likes.]