She went still, cheeks still flushing as she met his eyes. Even a day ago, she would have protested the thought that such a simple gesture would make her feel anything at all, but from Sasuke, she felt she might simply melt in a contented puddle to the ground. A thrill of warm heat as she watched him kiss her hair before he finally let go.
"The bathroom," she directed him, pointing and only flushing more darkly, knowing he had to have seen the way she'd be momentarily captured by his eyes. Once he was back, she moved to kneel on the futon, still conveniently in the living room.
"Fortunately, I do not," she answered, fingers coming up and brushing over the bandages. They would only get in the way if he were to brush her hair, and in the wake of that kiss to her forehead from before... a breath, then she slowly started to unwind the cloth to leave the seal bare.
And he started, once this was done. He did note the removal of bandages. The seal was something he was used to see when they wnt to the public baths, but he knew there had to be a reason she hid it. He would not ask, however. It would be improper.
His attention was to the back of her head first, using the comb to carefully work out any tangles that may be, and switching to the brush once he was done, working steadily on section upon section. "...hm~ I could do this for a long time. It's soothing~"
She couldn't recall the last time she had permitted someone else to brush her hair. Surely not since she was a child. In spite of herself, her shoulders relaxed, eyes falling closed from the gentle tugs and soothing strokes of the brush through her hair.
"I would not be the one to protest, were you to do so," she confessed, exhaling and relaxing further. "I find it... comforting, for a reason I cannot explain." Maybe it was the fact that it was a remarkable sign of trust, permitting someone behind her with a blunt object, or even that her neck was exposed, the seal, all of it.
He gave a light chuckle. "Neither of us would protest, no." he did like the activity, how it kept his mind focused, and yet it was a light enough task that he could also think about other things, such as how tempting her skin was, or those lips... but temptation was hardly a sin, and easy to resist. Ater all, she was his, and he was hers. To rush this would be the worst of crimes he could commit.
For now, he would revel in this feeling, and go through small sections of hair with precise care, as if this was some mission of utmost importance. "Comfort is a good thing to feel~"
The thing is, she wouldn't protest were he to try to act on those temptations; he wasn't the only one thinking of such things, even if she was less likely to do anything. Instead, she only rested further back against her heels and let one hand come up, two fingers brushing over the hated brand in the center of her forehead.
"Sasuke... of all the places you had thought to kiss, why did you choose this one...?" She turned her head only enough to glance back at him without pulling her hair entirely away from the brush. Well, even if she wasn't going to act on those temptations, she could still talk about it, right?
"To be entirely truthful... I don't know." he shook his head, carefully combing any knots out. "Of all the places, somehow, this one... seemed to be the most impregnable, but also the most easily breached, if that makes sense. it is a contradiction, but... this is what comes up when I think about it and try to explain it."
It was indeed quite hard to conceptualize. Should it be so difficult, though, he wondered. "Of all the places, it feels.... that it needed love the most."
It did not make much sense at all, but she still felt she could understand it, in a way. The idea of it needing love was foolish enough that she almost scoffed and dismissed it immediately, but upon further reflection...
"Perhaps," she agreed, letting her eyes fall closed as she traced the brand with her fingertips. "It is something I was resentful of for most of my life." Still was, in some respects.
"In my world, it doesn't seem like this male version of you thinks any such thing. He's never hid it." he paused and briefly leaned over , claiming her chain so he could tilt her head enough to lay a gentle kiss upon it, just a brush of lips. "I don't think any less of you for hiding it, if you wish it so.... as long as you know that you are not a caged bird anymore. Not with me."
Because with him, she had freedom, and he would make certain she was conscious of it. Of course, making choices may not come naturally or spontaneously, but he would support her with all his being. This was the message he wished to transmit, without words, as dark eyes gazed into white.
"Were I born male, perhaps I would not have been so bitter, either," she agreed, pulling her fingers away.
She went still as he took her chin, swallowing hard and feeling another one of those warm shivers course through her body. Not a caged bird, with him... that's right, he had been the one to lead her out of her cage, and she had no intention of returning to it once she had grasped how sweet freedom could taste. Shifting closer, she turned slightly and brought a hand up, gently tracing fingertips along his jaw. White eyes met dark as she nodded, another almost-shy smile crossing her face.
"Oh, I wonder... I've heard about a few quite bitter male Neji versions. Regardless, this is not your reality anymore." because her reality had merged with his. "I want your happiness, Neji."
She understood. No words were needed, only feelings. If he did not know better, he would think this is a manga, but no. He knew better. To Uchiha Sasuke, nothing was impossible. passing the comb to the hand that held the brush and collecting it between his index and middle finger, he paused so he could lay his hand upon hers, a light, genuine smile on his lips.
Another time, perhaps, she would have made a remark on how it seemed she was fated to be bitter and unhappy, no matter the form of iteration, but now? With Sasuke's hand against hers, it was hard to fathom being quite that unhappy herself.
"It does not change what happened," she murmured, shifting further now that the brush wasn't in her hair to just gently rest her forehead against his. "But I assure you, here, I am the happiest I have ever been."
"Nothing can change the past... in my world, nothing can bring back my family, my clan... and I wouldn't want it." he shook his head. "What I can do is rebuild it... and look to the future." This, right here, might be why this Sasuke was so different from any other iterations. The others mourned the past as theyw ere kept in the dark, but he knew the reasons, the hatred, and vowed to never let the Clan fall, rebuilding it by himself.
"I also am the happiest I have ever been. I have found someone to share love with." Share. This might be amazingly new. It was not exposed as a statement that he loved her, or that she loved him, but as something exclusively mutual. They needed the other for this feeling to exist. The concept of sharing implied balance. Perfect balance.
"We will be happy... together... for a long time." he assured her, leaning in to kiss her forehead again. "The future is ours."
She didn't have something like that. No future would bring back her father, or remove the cursed mark from her forehead... the most she could hope for would be for this place to bring him back to her, alive, but who was to say if he would even be her father, and not belong to one of the other iterations of herself?
Love was a powerful word, not one she used often herself. The permanence he spoke of... on one level, it was almost frightening in its intensity, but on the other, knowing that she had captured his attention so fully, had him here beside her...
When he leaned in to kiss her forehead, she didn't respond with words, instead waiting until he started to pull back before tilting her head and firming her grip against his jaw, holding him in place to brush her lips chastely against his. Again that hot flush stole through her cheeks, her whole body feeling pleasantly warm from the touch of the soft skin, but she didn't apologize. "Indeed, it is."
The necklace he wore brushed ever so lightly against her hair, hanging from his neck, its chain glimmering lightly in the morning sun's rays that shone through the window.
As fleeting as it were, this had been his first kiss. ...because no, knuckles against his jaw did not count as kiss, thank you very much Hinata. It may have been short, an instant..... but it would definitely be an unforgetable memory. He could, at this time, point out that no other morning could hope to beat this one, but it would break this atmosphere.
He returned her gesture, shifting slightly. As awkward as the the position may be, with his thumb tracing her jaw and fingers holding it gently as he returned the chaste, fleeting but emotion-charged kiss, ever-so-briefly, hat necklace rested upon her seal before he pulled back.
She had scoffed at the descriptions of first kisses as a childhood fairytale, but absurd as it was, kissing him... she almost wanted to believe it. she pulled away just far enough to turn completely, letting her fingers brush against his jaw again as she met his eyes.
"You had asked me to lead for this," she murmured, leaning in, almost close enough to kiss him again. "And yet I must confess I am not sure what to do..."
Every touch felt like a small fire, and he loved every iteration of it.
He had half-expected this. After all, shemost likely only had a vague idea of what pace was. "It's all right." he ran hid free hand through smooth, perfectly-brushed strands. "Jus go as you feel. Even if you won't lead, I'll know the signs." he assured her with a smile. "Besides, it is more of walking beside each other. Leading implies anyther is behind, and this is hardly ideal with what we are having~" Should she be confident in leading, he would ahve let her, but he was not deaf to her concerns.
"Don't worry~" he assured witha purr. "I'm not disappointed." he claimed her lips again, for about two full second before pulling back a fraction.
"I am not completely ignorant," she started to protest before his lips were on hers again. It felt like she had barely started to return the kiss before he broke it, leaving her flushed and swallowing hard. A pink tongue poked out to lick her lips before she leaned in to kiss him again, holding it longer this time, learning the shape of his lips, the way to press against him... Natural genius that she was, something like this certainly couldn't be difficult to master, could it?
She drew back only slowly, eyes she didn't remember closing opening halfway as she gazed at him. "...Tell me what you would have me do, Sasuke."
There was a light flurry of pleasant goosebumps running upon him as she re-initiated a kiss almost as soon as he had broken it. Her touch, oh her touch, and the way she seemed to move, to mold against him! It was nothing more and nothing less than perfection. Still in the middle of brushing her hair, having interrupted himself earlier, he now laid the instruments upon the floor to claim her properly into his arm. Whe he looked at her, he could see himself reflected upon those half-open white orbs.
"What... ever shall I have you do." he murmured. "...whatever might I ask but 'be happy'..." and he knew. She was happy... because she was in arms. Because she was loved.
"Whatever you like," she murmured in response, leaning in closer, face still flushed darkly. She could kiss him for hours like this, lost in the warmth of his arms and the press of his body...
Her nose brushed against his, igniting another flurry of those warm, shivering tingles that raced through her whole body, those all-seeing eyes closing again as she lost herself to the sheer sensation of kissing him again, determined to make it absolutely perfect.
Both of them seated, now tangled with each other and mutualy holding their loved one? It was something Sasuke had never dared imagine, save for flickering images of what would be a perfect future. He never would have been able to imagine exactly how it would feel, to have a body -with plentiful proportions and endowements, he now noted- against his and lips that mutually craved the other's.
It felt like nothing else, to have another's touch completely upon him, and to retaliate properly without any other thought in mind but their happiness, because if one was made happy, they would wish for the other to be happy in return. It was a perfect balance, unlike his flirting which gave much but never earned any return. It was simply holding each other and kissing, lips moving and bodies pressing to make a proof of presence and warmth.... and it took no more to leave him lost.
Time had no meaning. Not here, not like this. Here he thought it was perfect earlier. Could he have been wrong on the definition of perfection? A light hum escaped from him as they kissed, a hand moving slightly upwards across her back so he could stroke the hair at the back of her head. Right here... within his grip... was the most perfect of futures, and he would take the greatest care to shower it with love.
She was still hesitant to mark this as her future; there were still too many unknowns, too many logistics that could interfere, but for now? She was happy, happier than she'd ever been. Would her father approve, her and an Uchiha boy? In her heart, she hoped that he would, that his call for her to live as the one blessed with talent would give her that choice.
Neji parted her lips and pressed deeper, closer, wanting to learn how to do this right, assuming that Sasuke was beyond experienced with something like this. Not that she was overly concerned about something as pitiful as not measuring up; she was a genius, after all, and she had a feeling that once she learned how, she'd be the best thing that ever happened to him.
A light, contented sound, almost reminiscent of one of his purrs escaped into the kiss at the stroking through her damp hair, the feel of his fingers against her scalp leaving her pressing even closer until she molded against him the best she could from this angle, encouraging that touch the only way she knew how.
Love seemed such a strange thing to gain so quickly, so easily, but she knew no other label for it, and for now, it seemed the best one.
Having parents and family here was something definitely new to Sasuke. Somehow though, he had a feeling that they would approve of anyone any of their sons would choose.
There was a light outtake of breath through his nose as she shifted, and her lips pressed tighter against his, something he would have doubted to be possible. It was a strangely hilarious thing that anyone would assume that because of his flirting, Sasuke simply had to be the best at kissing. Flirting was something light and noncommital, hardly serious as the start of a real relationship although he himself hoped someday it may come to evolve into that.
The fact was, he also was learning, experimenting as she did. that sound from her was a sign there was definite desire and pleasure, and movements indicated she wished for more, for anything and everything a kiss might offer. The way she shifted, she was nothing less than a perfectionist, and his every nerve ending approved gleefuly.
And he read into her movements, half-digging, half-massaging that scalp a few seconds beforestroking and then starting over as lips -hungry for more- devoured hers, following her subtle lead.
Another soft sound as his fingers rubbed against her scalp, almost a moan. She'd thought about cutting her hair, now and then, as something to differentiate herself from the other Hyuuga females of the clan, but she enjoyed the feeling of brushing her own hair more than anything else. That she could imitate the way her father had worn his only made it more unlikely that she'd ever let it get cut beyond a trim, and if Sasuke liked it? It couldn't be more perfect, her arms threading more closely around him to hold him against her.
She let her tongue brush ever-so-gently against his, exploring, naturally learning the contours of his mouth, the best way to kiss him and make him feel the same pleasure she was feeling. The trick of inhaling through her nose as she kissed him was something she picked up on quickly, extending the kiss, pressing harder into it as her own hand threaded back into his hair, tugging only lightly at those damp spikes of his.
She's the first to break the kiss again, pulling back in an attempt to catch her breath, eyes half-open and darkened with desire. That he'd accepted her -- all of her, including that cursed mark on her forehead -- meant that she'd accepted him, completely and fully, as her own.
"You like it?" She couldn't help but ask, though she could read in his every expression that he did, she wanted to hear the vocal confirmation, if only to hear if his voice was as breathless as her own.
There were the softest of exhales, light hums triggered by this and that. When her toungue touched his, or reached a specific spot upon the roof of his mouth, or unexplainably in the midst of their deep kissing. His head tilted back slightly at the tugging of hair, a shudder coursing through him.
Once her lips move away, it's almost as if he lost a tiny part of himself... one to be regained later, doubtlessly. She had only borrowed it.
Those dark eyes opened, and he brushed his lips against hers, voice low, laced with a purr as he answered despite stolen breath. "This... has to be real... because even dreams... won't ever be this good."
"I assume that is a yes," she murmured back, voice husky with desire as another smile graced her lips. So fast... Maybe too fast, doing all of this within the span of a single morning. What was it other couples did, in this kind of situation? She wasn't sure; she'd always assumed that her family would choose a suitable match for her, someone within the Main Family to ensure a later heir to succeed her skill. Now that she had her freedom, she wasn't sure what to do with it.
A laugh then, quiet, helpless, and self-depreciating as she met his gaze, leaning in to just gently brush her lips against his again. "I suppose I shall have to allow you to introduce me to your family at some point, hm?"
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"The bathroom," she directed him, pointing and only flushing more darkly, knowing he had to have seen the way she'd be momentarily captured by his eyes. Once he was back, she moved to kneel on the futon, still conveniently in the living room.
"Fortunately, I do not," she answered, fingers coming up and brushing over the bandages. They would only get in the way if he were to brush her hair, and in the wake of that kiss to her forehead from before... a breath, then she slowly started to unwind the cloth to leave the seal bare.
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His attention was to the back of her head first, using the comb to carefully work out any tangles that may be, and switching to the brush once he was done, working steadily on section upon section.
"...hm~ I could do this for a long time. It's soothing~"
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"I would not be the one to protest, were you to do so," she confessed, exhaling and relaxing further. "I find it... comforting, for a reason I cannot explain." Maybe it was the fact that it was a remarkable sign of trust, permitting someone behind her with a blunt object, or even that her neck was exposed, the seal, all of it.
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For now, he would revel in this feeling, and go through small sections of hair with precise care, as if this was some mission of utmost importance. "Comfort is a good thing to feel~"
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"Sasuke... of all the places you had thought to kiss, why did you choose this one...?" She turned her head only enough to glance back at him without pulling her hair entirely away from the brush. Well, even if she wasn't going to act on those temptations, she could still talk about it, right?
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It was indeed quite hard to conceptualize. Should it be so difficult, though, he wondered. "Of all the places, it feels.... that it needed love the most."
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"Perhaps," she agreed, letting her eyes fall closed as she traced the brand with her fingertips. "It is something I was resentful of for most of my life." Still was, in some respects.
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Because with him, she had freedom, and he would make certain she was conscious of it. Of course, making choices may not come naturally or spontaneously, but he would support her with all his being. This was the message he wished to transmit, without words, as dark eyes gazed into white.
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She went still as he took her chin, swallowing hard and feeling another one of those warm shivers course through her body. Not a caged bird, with him... that's right, he had been the one to lead her out of her cage, and she had no intention of returning to it once she had grasped how sweet freedom could taste. Shifting closer, she turned slightly and brought a hand up, gently tracing fingertips along his jaw. White eyes met dark as she nodded, another almost-shy smile crossing her face.
"...Thank you."
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She understood. No words were needed, only feelings. If he did not know better, he would think this is a manga, but no. He knew better. To Uchiha Sasuke, nothing was impossible. passing the comb to the hand that held the brush and collecting it between his index and middle finger, he paused so he could lay his hand upon hers, a light, genuine smile on his lips.
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"It does not change what happened," she murmured, shifting further now that the brush wasn't in her hair to just gently rest her forehead against his. "But I assure you, here, I am the happiest I have ever been."
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This, right here, might be why this Sasuke was so different from any other iterations. The others mourned the past as theyw ere kept in the dark, but he knew the reasons, the hatred, and vowed to never let the Clan fall, rebuilding it by himself.
"I also am the happiest I have ever been. I have found someone to share love with."
Share. This might be amazingly new. It was not exposed as a statement that he loved her, or that she loved him, but as something exclusively mutual. They needed the other for this feeling to exist. The concept of sharing implied balance. Perfect balance.
"We will be happy... together... for a long time." he assured her, leaning in to kiss her forehead again. "The future is ours."
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Love was a powerful word, not one she used often herself. The permanence he spoke of... on one level, it was almost frightening in its intensity, but on the other, knowing that she had captured his attention so fully, had him here beside her...
When he leaned in to kiss her forehead, she didn't respond with words, instead waiting until he started to pull back before tilting her head and firming her grip against his jaw, holding him in place to brush her lips chastely against his. Again that hot flush stole through her cheeks, her whole body feeling pleasantly warm from the touch of the soft skin, but she didn't apologize. "Indeed, it is."
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As fleeting as it were, this had been his first kiss.
...because no, knuckles against his jaw did not count as kiss, thank you very much Hinata.
It may have been short, an instant..... but it would definitely be an unforgetable memory. He could, at this time, point out that no other morning could hope to beat this one, but it would break this atmosphere.
He returned her gesture, shifting slightly. As awkward as the the position may be, with his thumb tracing her jaw and fingers holding it gently as he returned the chaste, fleeting but emotion-charged kiss, ever-so-briefly, hat necklace rested upon her seal before he pulled back.
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"You had asked me to lead for this," she murmured, leaning in, almost close enough to kiss him again. "And yet I must confess I am not sure what to do..."
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He had half-expected this. After all, shemost likely only had a vague idea of what pace was. "It's all right." he ran hid free hand through smooth, perfectly-brushed strands. "Jus go as you feel. Even if you won't lead, I'll know the signs." he assured her with a smile. "Besides, it is more of walking beside each other. Leading implies anyther is behind, and this is hardly ideal with what we are having~" Should she be confident in leading, he would ahve let her, but he was not deaf to her concerns.
"Don't worry~" he assured witha purr. "I'm not disappointed." he claimed her lips again, for about two full second before pulling back a fraction.
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She drew back only slowly, eyes she didn't remember closing opening halfway as she gazed at him. "...Tell me what you would have me do, Sasuke."
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Still in the middle of brushing her hair, having interrupted himself earlier, he now laid the instruments upon the floor to claim her properly into his arm. Whe he looked at her, he could see himself reflected upon those half-open white orbs.
"What... ever shall I have you do." he murmured. "...whatever might I ask but 'be happy'..." and he knew. She was happy... because she was in arms. Because she was loved.
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Her nose brushed against his, igniting another flurry of those warm, shivering tingles that raced through her whole body, those all-seeing eyes closing again as she lost herself to the sheer sensation of kissing him again, determined to make it absolutely perfect.
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It felt like nothing else, to have another's touch completely upon him, and to retaliate properly without any other thought in mind but their happiness, because if one was made happy, they would wish for the other to be happy in return. It was a perfect balance, unlike his flirting which gave much but never earned any return.
It was simply holding each other and kissing, lips moving and bodies pressing to make a proof of presence and warmth.... and it took no more to leave him lost.
Time had no meaning. Not here, not like this. Here he thought it was perfect earlier. Could he have been wrong on the definition of perfection?
A light hum escaped from him as they kissed, a hand moving slightly upwards across her back so he could stroke the hair at the back of her head. Right here... within his grip... was the most perfect of futures, and he would take the greatest care to shower it with love.
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Neji parted her lips and pressed deeper, closer, wanting to learn how to do this right, assuming that Sasuke was beyond experienced with something like this. Not that she was overly concerned about something as pitiful as not measuring up; she was a genius, after all, and she had a feeling that once she learned how, she'd be the best thing that ever happened to him.
A light, contented sound, almost reminiscent of one of his purrs escaped into the kiss at the stroking through her damp hair, the feel of his fingers against her scalp leaving her pressing even closer until she molded against him the best she could from this angle, encouraging that touch the only way she knew how.
Love seemed such a strange thing to gain so quickly, so easily, but she knew no other label for it, and for now, it seemed the best one.
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There was a light outtake of breath through his nose as she shifted, and her lips pressed tighter against his, something he would have doubted to be possible. It was a strangely hilarious thing that anyone would assume that because of his flirting, Sasuke simply had to be the best at kissing. Flirting was something light and noncommital, hardly serious as the start of a real relationship although he himself hoped someday it may come to evolve into that.
The fact was, he also was learning, experimenting as she did. that sound from her was a sign there was definite desire and pleasure, and movements indicated she wished for more, for anything and everything a kiss might offer. The way she shifted, she was nothing less than a perfectionist, and his every nerve ending approved gleefuly.
And he read into her movements, half-digging, half-massaging that scalp a few seconds beforestroking and then starting over as lips -hungry for more- devoured hers, following her subtle lead.
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She let her tongue brush ever-so-gently against his, exploring, naturally learning the contours of his mouth, the best way to kiss him and make him feel the same pleasure she was feeling. The trick of inhaling through her nose as she kissed him was something she picked up on quickly, extending the kiss, pressing harder into it as her own hand threaded back into his hair, tugging only lightly at those damp spikes of his.
She's the first to break the kiss again, pulling back in an attempt to catch her breath, eyes half-open and darkened with desire. That he'd accepted her -- all of her, including that cursed mark on her forehead -- meant that she'd accepted him, completely and fully, as her own.
"You like it?" She couldn't help but ask, though she could read in his every expression that he did, she wanted to hear the vocal confirmation, if only to hear if his voice was as breathless as her own.
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Once her lips move away, it's almost as if he lost a tiny part of himself... one to be regained later, doubtlessly. She had only borrowed it.
Those dark eyes opened, and he brushed his lips against hers, voice low, laced with a purr as he answered despite stolen breath. "This... has to be real... because even dreams... won't ever be this good."
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A laugh then, quiet, helpless, and self-depreciating as she met his gaze, leaning in to just gently brush her lips against his again. "I suppose I shall have to allow you to introduce me to your family at some point, hm?"
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