[ the flush on her cheeks has spread down her throat by now, pooling in her chest within the confines of her robe. it's strange—she feels almost too warm, but rather than pull away, she only craves more of it: more of his proximity, his heat, his gentle touches. she wonders idly if the desire for it has always been there, gone dormant because of her past or the war, only to be awakened by tenderness.
or maybe it's him and the safety she can feel in the warmth of his hands.
the lump in her throat has faded, now that the newness of it is replaced by the desire to pull him even closer. the kisses settle her, eager to reciprocate despite her inexperience; another sound gets lost between the blur of one kiss to the next, soft and halfway to a moan, as she tries to separate the meaning of his words from the way they feel. ]
... Okay. [ she doesn't know the places she likes—she wouldn't know before this. but she wants to find out, and it's without hesitation that she takes one of his hands, guiding it to the knot where her robe is secured. before she lets go of his hand, she finds his gaze again, the haze clearing from her eyes momentarily. ] Will you tell me, too? The places that you like.
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or maybe it's him and the safety she can feel in the warmth of his hands.
the lump in her throat has faded, now that the newness of it is replaced by the desire to pull him even closer. the kisses settle her, eager to reciprocate despite her inexperience; another sound gets lost between the blur of one kiss to the next, soft and halfway to a moan, as she tries to separate the meaning of his words from the way they feel. ]
... Okay. [ she doesn't know the places she likes—she wouldn't know before this. but she wants to find out, and it's without hesitation that she takes one of his hands, guiding it to the knot where her robe is secured. before she lets go of his hand, she finds his gaze again, the haze clearing from her eyes momentarily. ] Will you tell me, too? The places that you like.