[He couldn't stop staring at her, either. Though he has incredible hearings, Monika's words aren't entering into his ears at all. His focus is on her lips. The desire for either him to claim them, or hers claiming his is gradually rising.
But he knows he can't. He mustn't. He must remain steadfast, for her sake. That's about to fall apart soon.
Even when he sees Monika's pounce coming miles away, he's too preoccupied and flustered enough that even Monika can pushed him off his feet. Lo, a surprised muffled sound leaves him as he falls on his back. The sand cushions the impact, but the full force of her lips crashing into his.
Her lips. Her lips are back on his. Isn't this.... Bad? His hands instinctually grips Monika's arms and weakly pushes in an attempt to peel her off him. If one could even call that an attempt when he doesn't even put an ounce of strength into it This is bad. Very bad, but.... Why does it feel so good?
Whatever protest he's about to do melts away into the ether. His hands let go of her and shifts to wrap around her back and his leg wraps over one of her own. This is the... hungriest he's seen of Monika. It's difficult to match with her voracity, but he doesn't mind. He wants Monika to pin him down, grips his hair hard, and do whatever she'd liked to him.]
Moni-Mmph...
[His word melts away into a pleased moan when Monika goes in for another. It's difficult to get any words out with Monika hungrily gives him kisses. She's hungry. He's hungry. His tongue quickly laps at her lips for her to bring her own out. His mouth opens to invite her tongue to enter his. He misses her lips. Misses her tongue. The familiar sound of wet lips smacking. He misses so much of her. He wants to re-familiarize himself with the thing they both failed to bar each other from.]
I missed you-
[He's unable to stop her. He tried, but his own wants triumphed over what consequences this action may led to. Besides, it isn't him who initiated, right? He can't take the blame, here. However long Monika wishes for this kiss to go, could be minutes, half a hour, or even hours, he won't stop her. In fact, he'll give back just as much as he's receiving, happily playing along with the messy kisses.]
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But he knows he can't. He mustn't. He must remain steadfast, for her sake. That's about to fall apart soon.
Even when he sees Monika's pounce coming miles away, he's too preoccupied and flustered enough that even Monika can pushed him off his feet. Lo, a surprised muffled sound leaves him as he falls on his back. The sand cushions the impact, but the full force of her lips crashing into his.
Her lips. Her lips are back on his. Isn't this.... Bad? His hands instinctually grips Monika's arms and weakly pushes in an attempt to peel her off him. If one could even call that an attempt when he doesn't even put an ounce of strength into it This is bad. Very bad, but.... Why does it feel so good?
Whatever protest he's about to do melts away into the ether. His hands let go of her and shifts to wrap around her back and his leg wraps over one of her own. This is the... hungriest he's seen of Monika. It's difficult to match with her voracity, but he doesn't mind. He wants Monika to pin him down, grips his hair hard, and do whatever she'd liked to him.]
Moni-Mmph...
[His word melts away into a pleased moan when Monika goes in for another. It's difficult to get any words out with Monika hungrily gives him kisses. She's hungry. He's hungry. His tongue quickly laps at her lips for her to bring her own out. His mouth opens to invite her tongue to enter his. He misses her lips. Misses her tongue. The familiar sound of wet lips smacking. He misses so much of her. He wants to re-familiarize himself with the thing they both failed to bar each other from.]
I missed you-
[He's unable to stop her. He tried, but his own wants triumphed over what consequences this action may led to. Besides, it isn't him who initiated, right? He can't take the blame, here. However long Monika wishes for this kiss to go, could be minutes, half a hour, or even hours, he won't stop her. In fact, he'll give back just as much as he's receiving, happily playing along with the messy kisses.]