[ his touch is so gentle despite the scars and roughed fingers; she burns wherever he lingers, warmth suffusing through her skin and settling there, until she can't distinguish her temperature from his own. faerghan winters have always been brutal, the kind of cold that chills you down to the bone, and even down south, the summers are mild and temperate. but he's warmer than anything she's ever felt this close, like cupping sunlight between her palms.
there's a lump in her throat, heart stuttering in her chest. he turns the question on her and her next inhale is tremulous, delicate; is it possible to feel like it's not enough and too much at the same time? suddenly, she's both too aware of their proximity and how much closer they could be. surely, he could hear how her heart is determined to punch its way out of her ribs. ]
... Yes. [ she meets the green gold of his gaze but can't hold it for too long, eyes fluttering shut as she leans in closer to press her forehead against his. she can feel his breath against her cheek, her mouth; unwilling to have him mistake her hesitation for fear, she leans the rest of the way in, her lips brushing gently against his. ] Please.
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there's a lump in her throat, heart stuttering in her chest. he turns the question on her and her next inhale is tremulous, delicate; is it possible to feel like it's not enough and too much at the same time? suddenly, she's both too aware of their proximity and how much closer they could be. surely, he could hear how her heart is determined to punch its way out of her ribs. ]
... Yes. [ she meets the green gold of his gaze but can't hold it for too long, eyes fluttering shut as she leans in closer to press her forehead against his. she can feel his breath against her cheek, her mouth; unwilling to have him mistake her hesitation for fear, she leans the rest of the way in, her lips brushing gently against his. ] Please.