[ The game they play means that while she rises to the occasion, meeting that kiss as sweetly as any lover being reunited with whom they've been yearning for– it can't ever be the truth. It's merely what Nami wishes were true. Not that she'll ever get tired of captivating him like this, of being locked in a chase where it's impossible to tell who's really trying to capture who, but at heart, she's greedy.
Greedy for the urgent heat of his mouth and the electricity that charges through her senses as Yu's hand settles on her neck, any thought of turning this kiss into a tactical advantage flies out the window. Her hand curls in the fabric of his shirt, using that hold to pull him against her as she steps backward, the alley wall behind her seeming to melt away as the scene shifts again, the sound of their footsteps shifting as they shift from walking on cobblestones to the floorboards of her bedroom as she drags him through the doorway. ]
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Greedy for the urgent heat of his mouth and the electricity that charges through her senses as Yu's hand settles on her neck, any thought of turning this kiss into a tactical advantage flies out the window. Her hand curls in the fabric of his shirt, using that hold to pull him against her as she steps backward, the alley wall behind her seeming to melt away as the scene shifts again, the sound of their footsteps shifting as they shift from walking on cobblestones to the floorboards of her bedroom as she drags him through the doorway. ]
Then hang on as long as you can.