[ She looks at him still, not unhappy with this although she relishes the thought that in the future he may say it more directly -- and perhaps with some frequency. That is enough for her and something surely worth waiting for. She may have wanted something direct and solid in response, but her own mind is quick to ignore that and be content with what he offers her. Anything he's willing to give her is more than enough.
There's a little spark to her kiss; like when you rub a Pikachu's cheeks. Static, but warm and pleasant. She supposes he's probably thinking something absurd right now instead of enjoying the moment and feeling as light as a Swanna's feather the way she is, but she never wants to push him or force him to be something he isn't. Even if she wishes he could shut that brain down of his for just a moment or two.
She doesn't compare the two of them to love-struck, infatuated teens because to her, this is just the way affection like this should feel. The realization and confession of it should be something special.
--and apparently, he might actually agree with that. Though he's not lifting her, she certainly feels swept off her feet when he sneaks past her guard. Almost ready to question if he'd like to look elsewhere, the words don't even start to form before he's initiating a kiss; it's warm and eases throughout her body, down to her fingertips. Like a gentle humming of skin to skin. Before he's able to part she's quick to hold on. First to his arm, then to his cheek, slipping over his jawline when she makes a muffled sound into his mouth.
yah i got that
There's a little spark to her kiss; like when you rub a Pikachu's cheeks. Static, but warm and pleasant. She supposes he's probably thinking something absurd right now instead of enjoying the moment and feeling as light as a Swanna's feather the way she is, but she never wants to push him or force him to be something he isn't. Even if she wishes he could shut that brain down of his for just a moment or two.
She doesn't compare the two of them to love-struck, infatuated teens because to her, this is just the way affection like this should feel. The realization and confession of it should be something special.
--and apparently, he might actually agree with that. Though he's not lifting her, she certainly feels swept off her feet when he sneaks past her guard. Almost ready to question if he'd like to look elsewhere, the words don't even start to form before he's initiating a kiss; it's warm and eases throughout her body, down to her fingertips. Like a gentle humming of skin to skin. Before he's able to part she's quick to hold on. First to his arm, then to his cheek, slipping over his jawline when she makes a muffled sound into his mouth.
She lets it linger as long as she can. ]