[ She waits patiently for his response, noting how he looks at her, uncertain and quiet, before he finally answers with a kiss. Is this something she should ask more about? Should she pause here to inquire further, pulling whatever he's thinking of out of him, if only to encourage that he can voice whatever he's feeling...? Just where is such doubt coming from?
"..Is it okay? If it's me?"
She knows all too well the insidiousness of doubts. Later, she'll have them herself. But now she wants to do all that she can to assuage some of those doubts, that this is all for him. She wants to show him it's not 'okay', not some mediocre emotion she feels for him, but everything-- a tidal wave of feelings and awe of those feelings, of him for being the one to make her feel this way, especially as he cups her face and kisses her so softly. Of course he's soft and slow with his motions. He's careful, he's caring, his fingers delicate as feathers upon her cheeks. Her cheeks burn red with such a gently shared kiss. For one that he initiates on his own, it means so much. ] ...But really, Noct--
[ Her hand moves to his shoulder, and the other slips out from beneath her to place it upon his chest between them. With a push, she rolls him over in a light, playful, haphazard tumble. Now atop of him, she lowers her head to his, repeating the question. ] ...why are you so wonderful?
[ She kisses him just at the corner of his lips. Then she kisses him upon the side of his jaw. Then it's a another kiss and another and another up to his cheek in playful little pecks, where at last she ends just at the outer edge of his eye, lips dusting against his long lashes. She draws away then, looking at him fondly.
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"..Is it okay? If it's me?"
She knows all too well the insidiousness of doubts. Later, she'll have them herself. But now she wants to do all that she can to assuage some of those doubts, that this is all for him. She wants to show him it's not 'okay', not some mediocre emotion she feels for him, but everything-- a tidal wave of feelings and awe of those feelings, of him for being the one to make her feel this way, especially as he cups her face and kisses her so softly. Of course he's soft and slow with his motions. He's careful, he's caring, his fingers delicate as feathers upon her cheeks. Her cheeks burn red with such a gently shared kiss. For one that he initiates on his own, it means so much. ] ...But really, Noct--
[ Her hand moves to his shoulder, and the other slips out from beneath her to place it upon his chest between them. With a push, she rolls him over in a light, playful, haphazard tumble. Now atop of him, she lowers her head to his, repeating the question. ] ...why are you so wonderful?
[ She kisses him just at the corner of his lips. Then she kisses him upon the side of his jaw. Then it's a another kiss and another and another up to his cheek in playful little pecks, where at last she ends just at the outer edge of his eye, lips dusting against his long lashes. She draws away then, looking at him fondly.
(What does this make them, she wonders.) ]