[ A sense of surprise comes over her at his answer. He hasn't indulged in desires of the flesh, neither has she. Uncertainty with what his answer would have been, she's unsure what she expected. It makes sense. Lives spent with tortured pasts, unanswered questions, bullets and carnage, left little time for anything else but surviving each day as it came.
The kiss to her forehead brings her back, out of her thoughts, into the present. Gaze drifting downwards, it settles on his chest. Hands lift, fingers touch at the material of his shirt, a loose hold on it.
It's the way he says she's his first that causes her to pause, to feel things she hasn't felt before; he's good at doing that to her. ]
Yeah. [ The answer is soft, simple, to the point. A slight shift, her head rests against his chest, wanting to feel his warmth around her, if even for a moment. ]
I've never wanted to before but with you... [ A soft sound, reminiscent of amusement, she smiles against his chest, fingers stroking idly at the material of his shirt.
Gaze lifts, his face being what she wants to see. A hand to his face, fingers caress his cheek, her own eyes looking to his red. A decision made then, she leans in to press her lips against his for a kiss. ]
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Date: 2016-02-04 04:16 am (UTC)From:The kiss to her forehead brings her back, out of her thoughts, into the present. Gaze drifting downwards, it settles on his chest. Hands lift, fingers touch at the material of his shirt, a loose hold on it.
It's the way he says she's his first that causes her to pause, to feel things she hasn't felt before; he's good at doing that to her. ]
Yeah. [ The answer is soft, simple, to the point. A slight shift, her head rests against his chest, wanting to feel his warmth around her, if even for a moment. ]
I've never wanted to before but with you... [ A soft sound, reminiscent of amusement, she smiles against his chest, fingers stroking idly at the material of his shirt.
Gaze lifts, his face being what she wants to see. A hand to his face, fingers caress his cheek, her own eyes looking to his red. A decision made then, she leans in to press her lips against his for a kiss. ]