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( it feels like her mind has frazzled out in a million different directions. yet there is comfort to be found, she finds, when yukio wraps his arms around her waist and draws her closer against him. the tension in her body seems to melt away, her shoulder slumping as she presses close and let's her arms wrap around his neck.

although her heart continues to hammer in her chest, she slowly grows more comfortable in the moment though she tries to keep things... simple. after all, she hardly knows what she likes let alone what he might like. she's dizzy from the reality of everything when she pulls her face back just fraction after a long moment. )

I like it. ( she breathes her belated answer barely above a whisper as their bodies remain pressed close together, noses touching and so close to another kiss. this boldness of hers had always been useful in a fight but this was so much different yet she won't let herself back down. ) I really like kissing you. I want to keep kissing you...

( a blush appears despite herself and she smiles, fingers gripping at the fabric of his clothes where her arms are wrapped around his neck. )

Edited 2018-03-29 03:00 (UTC)

[ When he first arrived, he didn't know what he liked. Heck, he wasn't sure he knew what he liked right now. It was still, suffice to say, a work in progress. He knew what felt good, knew how to make his usual partner feel good but as to what he liked specifically... he had no clue.

But kissing, he decided, was probably one of those things. Kissing felt nice. Warm. Assuring. No matter who it was with. Or maybe it felt especially warm and assuring when it was with someone you felt a particular closeness to.

He couldn't help the faint flush that came to his cheeks and the smallest smile (something he hadn't done for what, weeks now?) at her words. ]

Then... you shouldn't hold yourself back. If it feels good.

( she can't help noticing the flush of color to his cheeks and the small, barely visible, curl of his lips. it makes her break out in a smile of her own, warm and wide with the smallest nod of her head.

his words weren't wrong, she shouldn't hold herself back but— )

... Would that be okay with you? You've always helped me whenever I needed it. ( her gaze flickers downwards, look thoughtful. ) But I don't want you to have to force yourself to help me now.

It's fine. Really. You wouldn't be forcing me to do anything.

[ His hand seeks hers out again, resting over hers as he lightly stroked it with his thumb. If he were to be perfectly honest, she would be helping him keep his mind off things. Off people. Certain people who up and disappeared without a trace for some reason or another. His chest had started to hurt a little less.

He found himself able to smile again... but then she'd always been good at that. ]

( once more, the simple act of him taking her hand is enough to settles her frayed nerves back into something manageable. she breathes out a small sound but nods, chuckling faintly. )

I'm glad, Yuki. (but now here comes the important question: ) Could... um, would it be okay we sat down?

( because he is tall and she is... not and, as shiemi was learning, having to stand on your tiptoes for make-outs was awkward. )

Sure.

[ He seems to hesitate slightly before slipping his hand into hers, taking it with him as he moves. There really isn't anywhere else he can offer her. He didn't have a couch, after all. The only option is his bed.

But he sits down on one side. There's a small apologetic smile as he leads her to sit next to him. The other side is more rumpled, as if someone had gotten up from it and had barely fixed it before leaving.

He barely gives that side of the bed a second glance. ]

There's... really nowhere else. I'm sorry.

[ There's a soft laugh there and a sheepish smile back. ]

( she lets him lead her to the bed, squeezing his hand gently and only giving the bed one quick glance over. bed, right, of course. it wasn't like he was going to have them sit on the floor but she can feel her heart racing once more as she follows his direction, sitting beside him and ignoring how it felt to be pressed close to him once again.

or, maybe, it was best not to ignore it. so instead she looks up to him and smiles, chuckling. )

N-no, it's okay. You don't have to apologize. ( she'll feel bad if he does... ) This is fine.