[ fingers pinch filter and, as he inhales nicotine and tar, exhales bluish smoke, he looks only at her. strength in numbers is probably true, but it does bring up the difficult conversation he'd been having with himself since his arrival: is it easier to bed people you know, or complete strangers? maybe the answer is actually a spectrum of answers varying and changing depending on other factors, but inexperience refuses to even let him understand generalizations or broad strokes... ]
[ and as he pulls Ieiri's body gently against his own, he starts wondering at it again. he's a strong lead, and they move in rhythm and beat together, close enough to kiss, connected enough to feel the press of her chest against his upper abdomen, his broad hand in the small of her back. it's an analytical curiosity, and truthfully, he isn't sure if she'd prefer the bluntness of discussing it or the continued coyness. ]
[ frankly, neither is he. ]
What do you think? [ he asks finally, genuinely close, voice low and susurrous — close enough that her fringe tickles along his jawline. ] Is it easier to wind up in bed with someone you know, or a total stranger?
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[ and as he pulls Ieiri's body gently against his own, he starts wondering at it again. he's a strong lead, and they move in rhythm and beat together, close enough to kiss, connected enough to feel the press of her chest against his upper abdomen, his broad hand in the small of her back. it's an analytical curiosity, and truthfully, he isn't sure if she'd prefer the bluntness of discussing it or the continued coyness. ]
[ frankly, neither is he. ]
What do you think? [ he asks finally, genuinely close, voice low and susurrous — close enough that her fringe tickles along his jawline. ] Is it easier to wind up in bed with someone you know, or a total stranger?