[ For once, he's not the first to look away, and it fortifies his decision in his heart. Light shapes dance across the backs of his eyelids, like he's looked at something too bright for a little too long. But the quality of light is different than the one he knows, newer and less harsh. He captures her lips in a proper kiss, shallow and easy. If it's now, in this comfortable liminality, he can forget that there are less kind motivations waiting at the door for them — no suit, no rank. Lighter doesn't know everything about the game, but he knows enough. ]
Okay. [ A contented rasp, hot in the hollow of his throat. When he pulls back a little, there's some humor in his gaze, the low pulse of red deeper, more vibrant. ] I may look calm, but the fact that you agreed makes me want to pass out.
[ At least he's being honest. He can feel the thrum of her pulse as it nears the surface of her skin, the way she's become so warm. Not going back on what he'd offered, he shifts beneath the sheets, leaning forward on a broad palm that divots the mattress. ]
We can go slow.
[ A brush of his nose across her cheek, idle presses of his lips here and there. ]
no subject
Okay. [ A contented rasp, hot in the hollow of his throat. When he pulls back a little, there's some humor in his gaze, the low pulse of red deeper, more vibrant. ] I may look calm, but the fact that you agreed makes me want to pass out.
[ At least he's being honest. He can feel the thrum of her pulse as it nears the surface of her skin, the way she's become so warm. Not going back on what he'd offered, he shifts beneath the sheets, leaning forward on a broad palm that divots the mattress. ]
We can go slow.
[ A brush of his nose across her cheek, idle presses of his lips here and there. ]