[Of course he won't stop her when she reaches up to him. But Noctis is still glancing to the side, and now she's just going to make his face flush a little bit. If they're making a big deal about this, there's no way he's going to be anything other than a slightly stuttering, awkward baby king.]
I... uh, sure. I guess.
[He fidgets with his fingers again, not knowing what to do with his hands.]
[ She starts at the flush in his cheek, pecking irritating, mom-ish kisses over his stubble, just to be a pest. But she works her way to his mouth before he can actually protest about it, and touches down there softly.
She does not clearly remember the last time she tried to actually kiss someone. Not breathe into and taste during sex, not grab their dumb faces and smash herself on them out of terrified desperation to be anchored in a storm of unwieldy emotion. The novelty of it is slightly frightening but mostly titillating. Skin prickling, face warm. ]
[He is, in the way he feels flustered and won't quite look at her. At the way he's completely and utterly unsure how to react to those pecking touches at his jawline. But when her kiss finally meets him properly, he closes his eyes and lets her. His hands relax a bit, even if his shoulders do not.
It's an awkward return of a kiss (it's easier to make it feel more natural when he's irritated and acting on impulse), but it's a return nonetheless.]
[ She smiles meanly, her nose crinkling against his. He's not any good at it, but like most things about him, it is unfortunately part of his charm. She presses a little harder, inhaling. She's still not sure what the answer to his question is: what she really wants to do with what she feels, but this is a start. An understanding that she wants more than to just be a bro. How much more, she has no idea. She doesn't know what the options are and neither does he. She hates that. She loves him.
Her lips part for a moment, but she's made her point. ]
You shouldn't let me get away with whatever I want.
[He does what he can to return it, pressing back only slightly, still feeling as if he hands should be doing something even if they aren't. That understanding is there -- he'd have to be a fool to not realize it -- but he doesn't know the consequence of it just yet. Love exists, bright and blinding, and it's easy enough to bask in the periphery of its radiance without stepping into it fully. But as connected as they are, he knows that's almost impossible.
Still, he's overthinking; a pointless venture when no answers await him right now, and he sounds just a little breathless after she breaks the kiss.]
You... [Again, words just not coming to him as they should.] Like I could stop you.
[ She admires him for a moment, all his fluster. She knows. That he lost out on a lot of opportunity to know how to do this, not just the opportunity but the girl he might've been interested in doing it with. It holds Annie back sometimes now, not wanting to breathe too loudly past the cemetery. ]
(Ok?)
[ Or has she pushed him too much and now shit's just gonna be weird. ]
[Is it an awkwardness that'll linger? Likely not. He can't look at her without feeling fond, without feeling connected -- blame the symbiote, or take the symbiote away and this doesn't change. Either way, she remains important to him in ways that he can try to suss out later.
(If he thinks of Luna, it's a remembrance is one that would only prove to push him forward, not nip at his heels and chain him to the ground. Her presence is- was something gentle and encouraging, and her memory is no different. She would just smile at all of this, he's sure.)
A lazy shrug of his shoulders, looking directly at her this time.]
You've never done anything that I feel like I need to stop yet.
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somnifacient) wrote2017-03-25 01:39 am
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I... uh, sure. I guess.
[He fidgets with his fingers again, not knowing what to do with his hands.]
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She does not clearly remember the last time she tried to actually kiss someone. Not breathe into and taste during sex, not grab their dumb faces and smash herself on them out of terrified desperation to be anchored in a storm of unwieldy emotion. The novelty of it is slightly frightening but mostly titillating. Skin prickling, face warm. ]
( Don't chicken out now, Noctis. )
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[He is, in the way he feels flustered and won't quite look at her. At the way he's completely and utterly unsure how to react to those pecking touches at his jawline. But when her kiss finally meets him properly, he closes his eyes and lets her. His hands relax a bit, even if his shoulders do not.
It's an awkward return of a kiss (it's easier to make it feel more natural when he's irritated and acting on impulse), but it's a return nonetheless.]
(I'm not good at this.)
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Her lips part for a moment, but she's made her point. ]
You shouldn't let me get away with whatever I want.
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Still, he's overthinking; a pointless venture when no answers await him right now, and he sounds just a little breathless after she breaks the kiss.]
You... [Again, words just not coming to him as they should.] Like I could stop you.
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( Ok? )
[ Or has she pushed him too much and now shit's just gonna be weird. ]
You could, if you really tried.
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(If he thinks of Luna, it's a remembrance is one that would only prove to push him forward, not nip at his heels and chain him to the ground. Her presence is- was something gentle and encouraging, and her memory is no different. She would just smile at all of this, he's sure.)
A lazy shrug of his shoulders, looking directly at her this time.]
You've never done anything that I feel like I need to stop yet.
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We'll see about that.
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Uh...
[A hand comes up to rub at his stubble, because what is he supposed to say to that? He grins just a little though.]
Not meant to be taken as a challenge.
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[ You poor, poor soul. ]
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Nope. Now you're just hearing what you want to hear.