... I should warn you away. But I'm... selfish. And I crave... this. I want to be held and touched and cherished the way one would a lover. But I also know that I am... a greedy, jealous man. I should tell you this was a mistake, but I... can't.
...well, if having made some really truly egregious mistakes in my time’s done anything for me, it’s that it’s given me a bit of a sense of scale as far as mistakes are concerned.
I, er, just—well, I’ve been a lonely person, too, with the good fortune to find people I care a great deal about, and I suppose I’m confident enough in my footing to say I wouldn’t mind kissing you again.
[ this time she doesn't hesitate, letting herself be pulled in and cupping his face in both her hands. she kisses him slowly, lips parted, exploratory—feeling this out. ]
[he's much the same, cautious but curious, and savoring every moment. a low noise escapes his throat between kisses, clearly pleased and relaxed, not unlike a cat purring]
she brushes one thumb over his jawline, lightly, and her other hand combs back into his hair as she sighs into him, pushing forward a little to deepen the kiss. ]
[ it's half surprised squeak, half pleased noise, and her back arches a little into the touch. she didn't exactly need encouragement to get more into this, but she'll take it; her teeth nip lightly at his lip as her arms tighten around his shoulders. ]
[there's a thrill at the way shrike reacts to his touch, and he's very distracted by the thought of what else he could elicit from her like this--but he has to break the kiss again to gasp for air]
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I... might've gotten a little carried away, but...
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If I had known reciting poetry would induce that kind of reaction in you... I would have done it sooner.
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[ it's said with the slight cadence of a joke, though, and she squeezes her eyes shut and... very gently bonks her forehead into his. ]
It was very smooth.
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[gently strokes his knuckles along her cheek]
... Shrike, look at me.
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...mm.
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[ wheeze ]
You're quite likable, actually.
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[ just going to casually... brush some of his hair out of his face. ]
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... I should warn you away. But I'm... selfish. And I crave... this. I want to be held and touched and cherished the way one would a lover. But I also know that I am... a greedy, jealous man. I should tell you this was a mistake, but I... can't.
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...well, if having made some really truly egregious mistakes in my time’s done anything for me, it’s that it’s given me a bit of a sense of scale as far as mistakes are concerned.
I, er, just—well, I’ve been a lonely person, too, with the good fortune to find people I care a great deal about, and I suppose I’m confident enough in my footing to say I wouldn’t mind kissing you again.
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I definitely... wouldn't mind it, either.
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...how about right now, then?
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she brushes one thumb over his jawline, lightly, and her other hand combs back into his hair as she sighs into him, pushing forward a little to deepen the kiss. ]
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his hands at her hips tighten, tugging her as close as she can get, one hand dragging up her spine]
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[ it's half surprised squeak, half pleased noise, and her back arches a little into the touch. she didn't exactly need encouragement to get more into this, but she'll take it; her teeth nip lightly at his lip as her arms tighten around his shoulders. ]
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... ah...
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deeeeeeep breaths. ]
...ah. How's, er. How was that...?
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Though I could be convinced to save the rest of the museum for another day under the right circumstances.
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... well... we're already here. So we might as well take a look around.
[he is still a shy boy, shrike!!]
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but also, legit. she pulls back to let him go, but offers him her arm in a gentlewomanly fashion. ]
It's true. Well—shall we, then?
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