[ And she kisses him again, taking his lips with hers, letting herself indulge in the taste of him again. This kiss is a little more intimate, a little more languid in the way her lips move across and against his, her legs tying with his, her hand stroking down to his shoulder...
But she pulls away before she becomes too caught up.
She knows how she feels. She knows where she stands. With profound gratefulness and humility, she says this: ] ...You've made this morning beautiful, Noct. [ --Just by being here. He needn't even have kissed her, but he had, and he had smiled. ]
I... can kiss you again. [ She offers, pauses, then smiles shyly. ] Or I can make you breakfast.
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But she pulls away before she becomes too caught up.
She knows how she feels. She knows where she stands. With profound gratefulness and humility, she says this: ] ...You've made this morning beautiful, Noct. [ --Just by being here. He needn't even have kissed her, but he had, and he had smiled. ]
I... can kiss you again. [ She offers, pauses, then smiles shyly. ] Or I can make you breakfast.