[ Soon, she thinks to herself. They should meet soon. Because if not soon, then it's possible they might never meet.
...What a proud thought, as if Mythra or Pyra are worthy of being held in his heart. But here he is, wanting to meet her too. Never could she have imagined something like this.
Oh, but it's not fair when he leans in, she just wants to kiss him further. ] Then... I hope you don't mind me in the meantime.
[It's not a refusal, still, but it's also very clearly not now. He wonders what the process might be- where does one meet someone's other self? Is it something Pyra controls, or something that requires specific timing? Will Pyra change, or is it all internal? Mysteries on mysteries, but not something he's going to find out today.]
I'll let you figure out whether I mind or not.
[Hey, turns out he kind of likes being this close to her too; he's the one to give in to the temptation and close the gap between them, pressing his lips softly on hers once more. No, he doesn't mind at all, and his curiosity can wait a bit longer.]
[ 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.
[Oh, both are so very tempting, especially with how she's twining around him, pressed so close, his exhaled breath still tasting her exquisite sweetness. It's a little unfair on the latter part, with how she'd phrased that, but his stomach is going to be growling pretty soon, considering he skipped dinner the night before. Breakfast should probably definitely happen.]
I still owe you clean dishes. How about we head up together, and then we don't have to choose?
[They can totally kiss while taking care of breakfast, right? That's not at all distracting.]
However, Prompto's living with him. Perhaps he's already up early for his morning run. But on the off chance he's not, they might find him in the kitchen and he might see them walking out of his room together. While she's certain that Noctis isn't the type to keep something like a relationship a secret from his best friend, it might be too sudden.
Additionally, more surprising to her is-- ] But are you sure you wouldn't want to sleep in further?
[ She'd have thought he'd want to spend the morning remaining tucked in bed instead. Yet another surprise. ]
Yeah, you might never hear me say this again, but: I think I've slept enough for one night.
[He slept the whole evening after drinking with Ardyn and all night, and it was a really solid rest, besides. He's had plenty. Actually, between the two sleeps his position had been a little awkward, so if he doesn't get up and do his daily stretches he's really going to regret it later. With some reluctance he leans away from her and pushes himself into a sitting position, stretching his arms up above his head. Gods, he slept in yesterday's clothes, too. He's lucky that she smells so good (and apparently rubbed off on him or something), else his old-clothes odour would be stinking up the place.]
[ Reassured, she rises a moment after, raising her own arms in a stretch along with him. With an exhale she lowers her arms to her lap, craning her neck to look at him.
Even with rumpled clothes and bedhead-- not helped in part by how she had her fingers through his hair-- she can't help but admire him. If he needs to freshen up on his own, it hasn't even occurred to her. ]
Pancakes or waffles?
[ If there's nothing else to add, she'll make her way towards the kitchen. ]
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...What a proud thought, as if Mythra or Pyra are worthy of being held in his heart. But here he is, wanting to meet her too. Never could she have imagined something like this.
Oh, but it's not fair when he leans in, she just wants to kiss him further. ] Then... I hope you don't mind me in the meantime.
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I'll let you figure out whether I mind or not.
[Hey, turns out he kind of likes being this close to her too; he's the one to give in to the temptation and close the gap between them, pressing his lips softly on hers once more. No, he doesn't mind at all, and his curiosity can wait a bit longer.]
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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.
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I still owe you clean dishes. How about we head up together, and then we don't have to choose?
[They can totally kiss while taking care of breakfast, right? That's not at all distracting.]
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However, Prompto's living with him. Perhaps he's already up early for his morning run. But on the off chance he's not, they might find him in the kitchen and he might see them walking out of his room together. While she's certain that Noctis isn't the type to keep something like a relationship a secret from his best friend, it might be too sudden.
Additionally, more surprising to her is-- ] But are you sure you wouldn't want to sleep in further?
[ She'd have thought he'd want to spend the morning remaining tucked in bed instead. Yet another surprise. ]
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[He slept the whole evening after drinking with Ardyn and all night, and it was a really solid rest, besides. He's had plenty. Actually, between the two sleeps his position had been a little awkward, so if he doesn't get up and do his daily stretches he's really going to regret it later. With some reluctance he leans away from her and pushes himself into a sitting position, stretching his arms up above his head. Gods, he slept in yesterday's clothes, too. He's lucky that she smells so good (and apparently rubbed off on him or something), else his old-clothes odour would be stinking up the place.]
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Even with rumpled clothes and bedhead-- not helped in part by how she had her fingers through his hair-- she can't help but admire him. If he needs to freshen up on his own, it hasn't even occurred to her. ]
Pancakes or waffles?
[ If there's nothing else to add, she'll make her way towards the kitchen. ]